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Description
The sweetness in this music is not cloying, but playful - like brown sugar sizzling and bubbling in a pan, turning into caramel. Here, love is a gamble, a ship that will never crash on the reefs, and a phone call you want to wait for, even if you promise yourself “not to text first.”
The rhythm is full of humor and lighthearted audacity: comparisons with cereal, math, and fashion sit alongside confessions that seem to be thrown in casually. But behind this chatter, you can hear real affection - the kind that requires only a “little piece” to drown in the feeling again. This is a soundtrack for those who know the taste of a spark and are not afraid to get a little burned.
Song producer: redveil
Director: Tyler Schuler
Screenwriters: redveil, Tyler Schuler, paradisee
Production: Puzzle World Studios
Executive producers: Hunter Smoling, Gabe Hostetler
Producer: Om Pathak
Co-producer: Gavin Bell
Production manager: Miles Goldman
Director of photography: Eli Leibow
1st assistant: Alexandra Leicher
Cinematographer: Bo Torres
Key Grip: Caleb Harris
Production Designer: Trevor Brigeman
Assistant Designer: Ainura Alkeeva
Coordinating Designer: Azalia Escalera
HMUA: Noemi Torres
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bubbling brown sugar
Bubbling brown sugar
Bubbling brown sugar
(Yeah, hey) bubbling brown sugar, where you at? Where you at?
I ain't gon' go looking, call me back, call me back (oh)
Just a little sex, babe, is all I need
All I need, all I need, all I need
You brown sugar, you my favorite, nothin' come after that
I'm more cinnamon and not Jamaican, on the Apple Jacks
You get the sentiment, we feel like mathematics
Know you glad you took a chance on me like some master rat
Back-to-back, I found you in every single lifetime
You lockin' my heart up, but you don't fight crime
Girl, that's that, "Love is a prison pipeline," sike, nah, I'm lying, bitch
(Yeah, hey) bubbling brown sugar, where you at? Where you at?
I ain't gon' go looking, call me back, call me back
Our love go, never that, never that
Parlay my heart up, it's a bet, it's a bet (oh)
Just a little sex, babe, is all I need
All I need, all I need, all I need (oh)
Just a little sex, babe, is all I need
All I need, all I need, all I need
Funny what come from being imperial
The honeys keep bumblin' around me, I'm feelin' Cheerio
The money line fumbling, Derrick Henry, here we go
Shit was not like this just a few years ago
You are now witnessing will, what inside a spiritual
I been a GOAT, the hearts on my garments is painted indigo
Shawty wanna be part of me, all I see is a winnin' goal
And jump up off that bitch, it don't matter if you don't care, I was floatin'
"Gotta be focused," my voices to when I did this flow
The moment be the momentum, eating in Paris
Was the same moment that I learned that it be shopping clearance
These Louis V's that I'm wearin' ain't threaded like me and my kinfolk, no
Baby, she said, "What that got to do with me?" (What that got to do with me?)
I said, "What I'm 'bout to do with ya?" (What I'm 'bout to do with ya?)
I don't talk that much, usually (ooh)
Bubbling brown sugar, where you at? Where you at?
I ain't gon' go looking, call me back, call me back
Our love go 8-ball, never that, never that (oh)
Parlay my heart up, it's a bet, it's a bet (it's a bet, it's a bet, it's a-)
Just a little sex, babe, is all I need
All I need, all I need, all I need (oh)
Just a little sex, babe, is all I need
All I need, all I need, all I need
Need, need, need
Need, need, need
Need, need, need (oh)
Need, need, need (just a little sex, babe)
Need, need, need (all I need)
Need, need, need (all I need, all I need, all I need)