Sandwiches

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Jpaulished

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Yeah, yeah
And it goes like this
And it goes like-
I don’t wanna make a song unless it got a quirk to it
Speakers bumping on the dance floor
Girls twerk to it
Booty shaking like you gotta pay the rent
Work to it
And your body like cursive
Curves go through it
Going psychopathic
Michael Jackson moon walking feelin' psychoactive
Whole body bending, looking like you do gymnastics
Ain’t no plastic on the back side, ass thighs
Lookin like you capsized
And you got that good top
Wonder what the cap size?
Got me reminiscing, everything was different last night
Something like a cat fight
Got nine lives on your last life
Booty going up and down on me like the gas price
I wanna lay off in the beach up in the sand wicha
I wanna roll around town holdin' hands witcha
I wanna meet you in the middle like some sandwiches
I wanna be the Mr, you could be the damn Mrs.
I wanna lay off in the beach up in the sand wicha
I wanna roll around town holdin' hands witcha
I wanna meet you in the middle like some sandwiches
I wanna be the Mr, you could be the damn Mrs.
Head twisted, tryna make my mind different
I’m staying indy like the day before July 5th is
There ain’t no genie in a bottle grantin' my wishes
Full back on the throttle, switchin' sides with it
But you my baby, I would never leave
We like John and Yoko Ono in the 70s
Cause we breakin' out the bands
Throw it in the air, rain on 'em
Staying grounded, but you flyer than a plane on 'em
Oxymoron
You thicker than the damn Quran
And you fire like Sauron
Get the wine pour on
Cause you know we fucking drinking 'til we see the sun
It took too long
For me to find out you the one
I wanna lay off in the beach up in the sand wicha
I wanna roll around town holdin' hands witcha
I wanna meet you in the middle like some sandwiches
I wanna be the Mr, you could be the damn Mrs.
I wanna lay off in the beach up in the sand wicha
I wanna roll around town holdin' hands witcha
I wanna meet you in the middle like some sandwiches
I wanna be the Mr, you could be the damn Mrs.
I’d go to war for you
Helen of Troy shit
I would destroy shit
I would destroy ships
Luck of the Koi Fish
Or luck of the coin flip
All the other guys on you like ointment
But you push em to the side
Cause you know that I ride for you
Cliche, but you know that i’d die for you
And everything you want i’d get it
I would bring it to the light
Like i’m Thomas Edison
You heal the pain
You like modern medicine
You like a book
That I, read again
Cause the rest of my life
I could rest in the night
Everyday with you right by my side
I wanna lay off in the beach up in the sand wicha
I wanna roll around town holdin' hands witcha
I wanna meet you in the middle like some sandwiches
I wanna be the Mr, you could be the damn Mrs.
I wanna lay off in the beach up in the sand wicha
I wanna roll around town holdin' hands witcha
I wanna meet you in the middle like some sandwiches
I wanna be the Mr, you could be the damn Mrs.

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