[Chorus: Farah Elle]
Oh, honey
Oh, honey, so sweet and so thick
And so good on my tongue
Oh, honey, so sweet and so thick
And so good on my tongue
Oh, honey, so sweet, so thick
And so good on my tongue
Oh, honey, so sweet, so thick
And so good on my tongue

[Verse 1: Natti]
Life's sweet in a suite plenty bees to fly
Let the truth peel back and deceit recline
Everybody just tryna find peace of mind
Love riding shotgun with a piece of mine
In a lust disguise or just reverse the sides
It ain't the race or the size of the purse that drives
Maybe behind eyes where beautiful lies
When that bond becomes bondage with similar ties
Is this feeling affliction or addiction
Is this even a feeling or a condition
Can it be rolled or packed In bowl
Hidden in tracks or packed in ya nose
Pure fiction, dip a tip in
Get a taste and feel ya face so you know if it's real
Bliss is an abyss you meet with a clenched fist
So tense you feel ya whole body is steel
A touch of a sugar rush can catch any one of us
Bring you to climax and leave you with wanderlust
Feeling euphoria trapped in euphoria
But that's just her dance name
Her real name is “nonofya”
Last name “beesness”
Plus that was like way back
So far way back so that's black history
If sobers the new sour it's bitter a few hours
Then the buzz comes flying right back so swiftly
Come get me, honey
[Chorus: Farah Elle]
Oh, honey
Oh, honey, so sweet and so thick
And so good on my tongue
Oh, honey, so sweet and so thick
And so good on my tongue
Oh, honey, so sweet so thick
And so good on my tongue
Oh, honey, so sweet so thick
And so good on my tongue

[Verse 2: Kno]
Soundtrack Chaka Khan Tell Me Som'n Good
And she from a little town called
I Wish a Muthafucka Would
Back in the hood for the summer
Honey lemonade in the shade when the sun-up
Laid out by the pool where the fools try to run up
Trollin real thick fly-fishin for some cut up
Nails all done up, wig honeybun up
Som'n like a hazel Princess Leia with her gun up, som'n like

[Deacon The Villain]
It’s something like honey, make you forget about pain
And enjoy the rain, it's something like flesh
Pressed against yo thang, make yo body scream
Something like.... You can just fill in that blank
Ain’t gotta dig deep in yo memory bank
Honey ain’t about the could and the can’t
She for any and everybody in the rank
I’m talkin’ ‘bout you
What dreams may come, come feel this cool
You need to unwind come come get loose
In middle of the crowd where they smile obtuse
[Outro: Farah Elle]
See how my radar's read, I've got inside your head
I'll know if you've been bad, I've seen how you'll handle it