Yeah...Pineapple on Saturn
🎶 Pineapple on Saturn
(Neo-funk, space-soul, dream-bounce)
By: Art Baby Blue
[Intro – Spoken Smooth]
Yeah…
Space ain’t never tasted this sweet.
You know who it is — Art Baby Blue.
Let’s fuck the stars, pretty you.
[Verse 1 – Melodic Rap / Smooth Funk Flow]
I slid through the stars with a mango swing,
Lips like velvet, mind like spring.
I caught your glow in the rings that bend,
Took one sip — now I’m back again.
Body like rhythm, you float my waves,
Sweet on my tongue like candy tasting brave.
Lunar walking, hips talking, figure for please,
Sipping your name in my galaxy breeze.
[Hook – Sung, Talkbox Style / Funk Harmony]
You taste like pineapple on Saturn,
Sweet drip dream and a golden pattern.
Orbit me slow, let the grooves flatter,
Baby, we glow in the rings glowing better.
Candy-kissing lips in zero spot G,
Spinning with you in eternity.
Bouncing like beats in a velvet lagoon,
Art Baby Blue is fucking on the moon.
[Verse 2 – Funky Poetry Flow]
I bring the bassline deep in my walk,
Stardust stepping when I talk that talk.
You bending light like my cosmical muse,
Honey in your laugh, got me feeling the fuse.
No need for gravity, baby we float,
Your eyes scribe love unto a sunbeam note.
We vibe in frequencies made for bliss,
You lean in close, and the planets kiss.
[Hook – Repeat or Slightly Reharmonized]
You taste like pineapple on Saturn,
Juicy with a vibe I can imagine.
Orbit me slow, let the grooves matter,
We blow confetti in the rings we chatter.
Candy-kissing lips in zero G,
Spinning with you in eternity.
Flashing like comets on a midnight tune,
Art Baby Blue is making love to the moon.
[Bridge – Cosmic Whisper Groove]
Let’s build a lounge on Neptune’s tide,
Slow-sipping dreams where the stars confide.
Marshmallow skies, aurora hue,
I touch your hand, time starts come I do.
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