1Yo, if you were my bro, I'd be all about that sibling love! When I see you out and about, I'm def gonna give you a kiss; no cap, I wouldn't be hatin'.

2I'd totally bring you to my mom's crib, where she'd drop some wisdom: we’d vibe over spiced wine and pomegranate juice, fr.

3His left hand’s chillin’ under my head, and his right hand’s got me all embraced, it’s lit.

4I’m tellin’ you, daughters of Jerusalem, don’t wake my love until he’s ready to pop off.

5Who’s this coming out the wild, leanin’ on her boo? I raised you under the apple tree, where your mom brought you into the world, periodt.

6Put me as a seal on your heart and your arm: love’s as strong as death; jealousy’s savage like the grave, with flames that hit different.

7No amount of water can put out love, and floods can’t drown it: if a dude gave everything for love, it’d still be a hard pass.

8We got a little sis who’s not yet grown: what do we do for her when someone’s tryna claim her?

9If she’s a wall, we’ll deck her out with silver bling; if she’s a door, we’ll wrap her up in cedar vibes.

10I’m a wall, and my vibes are like towers: I was lowkey favored in his eyes.

11Solomon had a vineyard lit at Baal-hamon; he rented it out to peeps, and they were all about that thousand pieces of silver.

12My vineyard’s all mine, right in front of me: you, Solomon, gotta bring a thousand, and those keepin’ the fruit, two hundred.

13You chillin’ in the gardens, your crew’s listening to your voice: let me hear that fire.

14Hurry up, my love, and be like a young deer on the spice mountains, it’s gonna be bussin’.

1O that thou wert as my brother, that sucked the breasts of my mother! when I should find thee without, I would kiss thee; yea, I should not be despised.

2I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother’s house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

3His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

4I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

5Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved? I raised thee up under the apple tree: there thy mother brought thee forth: there she brought thee forth that bare thee.

6Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.

7Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.

8We have a little sister, and she hath no breasts: what shall we do for our sister in the day when she shall be spoken for?

9If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver: and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.

10I am a wall, and my breasts like towers: then was I in his eyes as one that found favour.

11Solomon had a vineyard at Baal–hamon; he let out the vineyard unto keepers; every one for the fruit thereof was to bring a thousand pieces of silver.

12My vineyard, which is mine, is before me: thou, O Solomon, must have a thousand, and those that keep the fruit thereof two hundred.

13Thou that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to thy voice: cause me to hear it.

14Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.