Sandwiches

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.