[Intro: Ben Reilly]

Yeah, I ripped a page out my notepad for this one

*laughs*

Yeah, hm

[Verse 1: Ben Reilly]

Okay

Now me and you been at this thang for quite a few years

Even back when momma used to buy all my gear

You know my government

You know my life & my fears

You know how much it took for me and you to get here

So Come here brown sugar I got marriage on my menu

Don't you know what we've been accustomed to ain't really what we're meant to

Live in this life of the land of the free unless we have credentials

To get to the point or demand everything we need to the point of a pencil

Brown sugar

(Brown Sugar)

Can't keep ya name out my mouth sugar

(I get so high off your love baby)

I ain't forgot about ya

And little do you know I speak to God about you

I speak to--

(I might get violent bout ya)

We both know you got options

Shea butter baby she conscious

I can't come through with the nonsense

I really wanna make some progress

Her skin tone is my muse

Your body language like phonics

Wanna walk a mile in your shoes

I'm catching up on your mileage

Baby fuck a speed limit

We don't need limits

Fuck the pretending

You my religion

I can build bridges

Make this shit endless

I can hear God

I know why he sent you down

If you call on me, I'll send you down

If you call on me, I'll put you down

[Hook: Ben Reilly]

Brown sugar babe

If you with me

Put ya hands up

I'm ya biggest fan

President of your fan club

I know what you need, baby girl

Know I know ya worth

9 to 5, fuck a 9 to 5

Hm, Here we go

Brown sugar babe?

Is you wit me?

Put ya hands up! (Fasho)

I'm ya biggest fan

President of ya fan club (That's right)

I know what you need baby girl

Know I know ya worth, (Mhm, Save)

9 to 5, Fuck a 9 to 5 baby put in work

[Verse 2: Alex Summers]

Now mama is a rockstar

Mama is the only

And it fits, so she just barely home

So she might be really

And she working on commissionaire

Just to get her pennies

Don't you worry bout that mama

I got Credit, I got commas

I done came in perfect timing

Come to palace leave all drama

I done poked into your memories

Oh baby, it's a sauna

I done came up with some Cheddar Cheese

So let's go to Bahamas, ha

Straight to the land of the pretty

Oh my, somewhere, somewhere they can't find us, ay

Clutter your dreams

In fact you may be stuck in between going backwards

Stuck in the dream of a valuable thing

Do cherish a lot just to function

Wake up, call on a nigga, I'm here, I'm home, I'm here for the chocolate

Quick to make all the assumptions, not here for the bed, I'm here for discussion, ay

Brown Sugar

(Brown Sugar)

Candy filling

Paint dripping, (Drip)

Sipping on ya, (Brown Sugar)

Body Fluids for my healing

I rub my hand in oil, (I rub my hands in oil)

Stepped to the side to know you,(Stepped to the side to know you)

Know she as fine as the Lord say,(Know she as fine as the Lord say)

This what my momma be talmbout, (This what my momma be talmbout)

Pain killers, just at ease yea, (Right Away)

Nine to five, it ain't easy, (Right Away)

She a vibe, she a please ya, (Right Away)

She a ride on the side for me

In disguise for the seizure

Ain't no telling she be at

Ain't no telling what she see, yea

Cold mama, Mamacita, ay

[Hook: Ben Reilly]

Brown sugar babe

If you with me

Put ya hands up

I'm ya biggest fan

President of your fan club

I know what you need, baby girl

Know I know ya worth

9 to 5, fuck a 9 to 5

Hm, Here we go

Brown sugar babe?

Is you wit me?

Put ya hands up! (Fasho)

I'm ya biggest fan

President of ya fan club (That's right)

I know what you need baby girl

Know I know ya worth, (Mhm)

9 to 5, Fuck a 9 to 5 baby put in work (Save)

[Breakdown: Ben Reilly]

Ay, ay, ay (Get high)

Ay, ay, (yea, yea, yea)

Ay, save (Let's Ride)

Let's, let's, let's ride

Ay, ay

Bounce, bounce, bounce