GP Real - Baking Dreams Lyrics

Yo, let me tell you 'bout this woman, name's Tarsila,
Brazilian queen, yeah, nobody realer,
Got that body, yeah, she's a masterpiece,
Curves like the waves, making hearts skip beats.

Long curly hair flowin' like the Amazon,
In the kitchen, she's the boss, got her apron on,
Bakin' cakes, vegan treats, that's her love language,
For all her friends' birthdays, yo, she makes magic.

Tarsila, got that fire inside,
Emotional, yeah, but she don't hide,
Passionate and kind, she's one of a kind,
On her bike ridin', she's got freedom on her mind.

Wants a bakery, she gon' make that dream,
Vegan cakes with that anarchist theme,
Tarsila, yeah, she's my queen,
Met on Tinder, now we ride as a team.

She's got visions of the world she wants to see,
An anarchist spirit, living wild and free,
No chains on her soul, she's breakin' every rule,
But with a heart so warm, man, she keeps it cool.

Whippin' up a cake, smell that sugar in the air,
Her kindness so sweet, you can feel it everywhere.

Bikes through the city with the wind in her curls,
She's my vegan goddess, baking love in swirls.

Tarsila, got that fire inside,
Emotional, yeah, but she don't hide,
Passionate and kind, she's one of a kind,
On her bike ridin', she's got freedom on her mind.

Wants a bakery, she gon' make that dream,
Vegan cakes with that anarchist theme,
Tarsila, yeah, she's my queen,
Met on Tinder, now we ride as a team.

Every day's an adventure with Tarsila,
Building something big, watch her dreams get realer,
She's the type of woman who just don't quit,
With a heart so big, yeah, she's legit.

Emotions rise, but she keeps it all true,
And in her hands, life's something she'll always renew.

So here's to Tarsila, my ride-or-die,
Baking up dreams, reaching for the sky.

Brazilian beauty, she's got that glow,
With her by my side, anywhere we'll go.