It goes honey cup, buttercup, lots of love in my cup Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up It goes honey cup, buttercup, lots of love in my cup Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up Aye, okay, lately baby I've been feeling you less in the physical, more in the spiritual I cut you to point no subliminal, your vibe is minimal aesthetical So Imma drop this hypothetical, what is you doing next weekend? We could take a walk up in the park, be enamoured by the trees Feel the breeze, kiss your hair, when and where? I'm thinking Bute park or the Roath, We could go together, we could roll together You and I a team, Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen', ain't nobody tripping You know I'm a king, balling like Hakeem, but I shoot like Michael Bibby It goes honey cup, buttercup, lots of love in my cup Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up It goes honey cup, buttercup, lots of love in my cup Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up We in love in the cut, that's what's up, aye Having fun in the sun, innocent, aye Sun rays on you, glowing on your skin It's no stains on you, shame on you, baby It's no shame, feeling safe, feeling safe around you Dress is laced, it’s insane, I gotta say something Baby, you a gem, you a ruby, you a pearl You that, you that, you that, you that, you that girl You that, you that, you that, you that, you that You that, You that girl! It goes honey cup, buttercup, lots of love in my cup Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up It goes honey cup, buttercup, lots of love in my cup Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up, fill it up