My Dream

You tie your scarf while the kettle Sings. Laugh at my jokes That ain't even funny. Your cocoa hands On my tired face. Turn this small room To a sacred place. This that brown sugar on my skin. Deep and sweet, soakin' in. Every scar, every soft place I've been. You love me like you know my kin. Oh. This black love I'm livin' in feels like Home. Feels like home again. You oil my hair On a lazy night. Phone on mute, Curtains blockin' light. We talk 'bout fears From another day, day. Then you hum that hymn, And they fade away. This that brown sugar on my skin. Deep and sweet, soakin' in. Every scar, every soft place I've been. You love me like you know my kin. Oh. This black love I'm livin' in feels like Home. Feels like home again. We don't gotta prove Our hearts to the world. Mm, mm, We just pass the rice, Twist and twirl. Dance in the kitchen Barefoot and slow, so slow. Every you could Say more than you know. This that brown sugar on my skin. Deep and sweet, soakin' In. Every scar, every soft place I've been. You love me like you know my kin. Oh. This black love I'm livin' in feels like Home. Feels like home. Feels like home. Feels like Home