mela the Butter Tart Queen

[Verse] Yo, Mela in the forest, kitchen smoky like a trap spot Fairy queen finesse, butter tart in the jackpot Wings glisten gold dust, apron tied tight Rolling dough smoother than a dealer’s late-night flight Sticky hands knead it, caramel on the stove poppin’ Sugar bubbling hotter than the block when cops droppin’ Cinnamon spins, whispers spells in the air Pastry game deadly, leave a kingpin in despair [Chorus] Mela’s got that butter tart magic Golden crust, sweet tragic Queen of the batter, never static Butter tart queen, pure classic [Verse 2] Fairy wings flex like hydraulics on a low ride Mixing up that batter like a chemist on the cold side Brown sugar rivers, molasses drips slow Sticky like the corners where the streetlights glow Rolling pins clack like a snare in the beat Dough so fresh, got the hood on repeat Confection perfection, got the gangsters on their knees “Yo, Mela, bless the block with them pastries, please!” [Bridge] Crown tilted, dusting flour like snowfall Every tart’s a hit, man, she never make a shortfall Fae hustle heavy, no cap, no scheme Mela the fairy queen, dessert game supreme