Lyrics

Caleb Be Wildin’”
(Verse 1)
Caleb walkin’ in with that extra flare,
Tight jeans, crop top, not a single care.
Flippin’ his hair like “hey, I’m the prize,”
Loving all the dudes and serving side-eyes.
(Pre-Chorus)
He said “George Floyd? Nah, he talks too much,”
Rolling his eyes with that diva touch.
Got sass in his step, truth in his lips,
Lip gloss poppin’ and hands on hips.
(Chorus)
Caleb be wildin’, ain’t no denyin’,
Bag of babes and the boys, he’s flyin’.
Called his aunt “Big Mama J” at the cookout,
Now she chasin’ him ‘round with a shoe, no doubt.
(Verse 2)
He don’t do drama—unless it’s fun,
He’ll flirt with your man, just to see you run.
At brunch he’s loud, at night he’s bold,
Every outfit tighter than the tea he told.
(Pre-Chorus)
George be hatin’, Caleb don’t care,
He said, “Bye George,” with a dramatic stare.
Got the group chat lit, got the whole crew shook,
Posin’ in the mirror like a fashion lookbook.
(Chorus)
Caleb be wildin’, ain’t no denyin’,
Bag of babes and the boys, he’s flyin’.
Called his aunt “Big Mama J” at the cookout,
Now she chasin’ him ‘round with a shoe, no doubt.
(Bridge)
He’s extra, he’s fierce, and he know it too,
Rainbow heart with a sky-high view.
You can’t box him in, he’s got too much flair,
And George still mad ‘cause Caleb took his chair.
(Outro)
So shout out to Big Mama J and her pies,
And Caleb with the wink and the bedroom eyes.
He’s livin’ loud, breakin’ the mold—
With stories too spicy to ever be told.