Raphael Baker

Me and let Sukura’s bartender get us in trouble on the Beltline. Craft drinks were flowing, lips were talking slick, and now we got stories we can’t post 🍹😏

Dust on my boots and a look that don’t fade
Move like a storm in the heat of the shade
Eyes cut deep like a blade in the dark
Roll into town just to leave my mark

Gold chain dancin’ on my sun-kissed skin
Steal your heart with a wink and grin
No horse needed just vibes and flame
Everywhere I go they remember the name

Grown folks tings.