Lyrics
Plantain and Champagne for my Kandy Kane Queen
It's a brown sugar thing
Plantain and Champagne for my Kandy Kane Queen
It's a brown sugar thing
Take it back with me, Take it back to the roots
I want you to be, here with me, you know what to do
Take it back with me, Take it back to the roots
Where the sugars, is where we're heading now
Oh I know you soul, I'm so involved with your oooh
On everything you toll, I pay attention
I hate the opinion that we provoke, lacking privacy or control, misleading us to our evoke our love intentions
I see your present with your pretty
Your slanted eyelids, define hips
I see catwalk on your Achilles
I don't ball but for you, you know I'd kick it in a jiffy
Blackest berry that I'm picking only juicing when you let me
Others I discovered tried to get a piece,
But couldn't understand that body language makes for better speech
I got a place we can play a couple of symphonies
And maybe even roll that whomping willow till you feel at ease
I like more than similes and similarly, your feelings been tainted
Your image of man is was what another G painted
My picture ain't perfect so I'm trying to reframe
From a lame portrait so let me cook you Plantain if you stay
Let me cook you Plantain if you stay
Take it back with me, Take it back to the roots
I want you to be, here with me, you know what to do
Take it back with me, Take it back to the roots
Where the sugars, is where we're heading now
I wanna cook for ya
Plantain or plantain
If it's good with ya, I'm tryna show you game no
This ain't no periodic chemistry
There's elements stating this is deeper than appendices
Aroused by a loud thick brown-skinned
My Shea butter soul and my queen needs crowning
About since I met you at escudo de Cuba
Gold in a Dunya calm for a karma sutra
I had a a vision of us sitting with books
Barely bind by linens, feeling as good as it looks