Omakase

[ Lyrics ]

Trust the chef, us.
Trust the chef, us.

Landed in silk, no need to check my phone,
host bows low, says you’ve reserved the room.
Nobu at nine, uni on ice and gold,
you know I like it cold, you know I like it slow.
Didn’t ask for wine, you ordered ’95,
just one look and you read my mind.
I trace the edge of my empty plate,
waiting on the course you said would change my fate.

You lean in close, say, ‘Don’t you pick,’
‘Just let it come, don’t even think.’
I blink once — that’s all it takes,
you smile like you just sealed our fate.

Trust the chef, trust the kiss,
trust the way you know my wishes.
Trust the chef, us — 
no menu, just a whisper from you.
Trust the chef, trust the plan,
every bite feels like a vow in hand.

Took the jet at midnight, no delay,
Cipriani lights in a Miami haze.
Same black linen, same knowing glance,
you text the chef before I get the chance.
Osetra kissed with lemon mist,
you catch the drip upon my wrist.
Lick it slow, don’t break the frame,
this ain’t dinner — this is love by flame.

No list, no choice, no second thought,
just you and silk and everything hot.
You don’t speak — your moves are clear:
I’m the meal you’ve waited years to near.

Trust the chef, trust the kiss,
trust the way you know my wishes.
Trust the chef, us — 
no menu, just a whisper from you.
Trust the chef, trust the plan,
every bite feels like a vow in hand.

You don’t need to say you care,
when you remember how I take my air —
light on salt, heavy on gaze,
one more course I can’t erase.

Trust the chef, trust the rush,
trust the way you touch me just because.
Trust the chef, us — 
even silence speaks your love.
Trust the chef, trust the spark,
every move is written in the dark.

Trust the chef…
 just trust us.