Lyrics

[Intro – Call + Bounce beat starts up]
[Male Vocal, teasing tone:]
Aye, aye!
I been missin’ dat fresh-baked smell
The kinda ting yuh feel… deep in yuh chest, yuh know?
Sweet bread… where yuh gone?

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[Verse 1 – Smooth soca bounce, warm delivery]
I used to get it nice an’ warm in the mornin’
Steam risin’ when di sunrise callin’
Golden brown, yuh know how to treat a man
Every bite sweeter than a sugar pan

She had a touch dat melt me like butter
Fold me up nice like I was de dough, brother
Now I wake up cold, plate lookin’ bare
No sweet bread… she not dere

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[Chorus – Call and Response with crowd chants]
I miss my sweet bread (Sweet bread!)
Soft and warm inna me bed (Inna me bed!)
She had dat cinnamon twist (Real nice!)
Now every night I reminisce (Woiii!)

I miss my sweet bread (Sweet bread!)
Gone and left me with dry spread (Dry spread!)
She had dat thing I cyah forget
Yuh ever lose a flavor yuh cyah reset?

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[Verse 2 – More layered meaning, cheeky flow]
She neva come from no bakery
But she rise up right, naturally
Kneaded love wit’ real devotion
Now I floatin’ like I drink love potion

I used to hold her close by di window
She sweet when she hot or when di breeze blow
Now it’s cold toast and empty plates
And me belly and heart both feelin’ the weights

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[Chorus – Add brass and chant vibe]
I miss my sweet bread (Sweet bread!)
Golden crust on my head (On me head!)
She give meh that island heat
Now me oven feel incomplete

I miss my sweet bread (Sweet bread!)
Only ting sweeter? Maybe a dread
She had spice in every bite
But she gone and take my appetite

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[Bridge – Slow down with soft brass & whisper chant]
[Whispered:]
No jam, no jelly can replace she taste
No other sweet bread could ever take she place
She wasn’t just flavor—she was home…

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[Final Chorus – Full energy, crowd call, clap & wine]
Bring back my sweet bread (Woiii!)
Yuh know she soft but she still red (Sweet ting!)
Rollin’ hips like a baker’s dough
Every man wishin’ dey had she, yuh know!

Clayton miss dat sweet bread
No lie, dat woman mash up his head
But sweet bread always rise again—
So when she come back… WINE AGAIN!