That girl, moonlight in her melanin,
got a river of rhythm runnin’ under her skin.
She hums low, make the whole block shiver,
turn a broke heart bold, make a sinner reconsider.
I ain’t prayin’—I’m just keepin’ time,
catchin’ every breath she spill like wine.
If love’s a crime, I’m cuffin’ my chest,
’cause that girl’s a verse the world ain’t finished yet.