Grammy
I'm on my way, I'm always late, what else is new?
Instead of being mad at me here's what to do
Put on your favorite playlist, candles set the mood
Take off that dress, that bra, that thong, leave on them boots
Every time you leave it always seems too soon
Let's get married in Vegas, vacation on the moon
That's what I call a real honeymoon
Will you load that money counter full of hundreds boo?
Just call me Yogi-Pooh
Will you be my picnic basket full of honey boo?
And I don't mean to compare you to food
But I love how you turn the bedroom to a table for two
The way you move, did I mention your body so smooth?
The definition of perfection, no room to improve
Next to you in the nude is my favorite view
Now let your pulse keep the tempo of my favorite tune
Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long
Your heartbeat plays my favorite song
And I think you deserve a
Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long
Your heartbeat plays my favorite song
And I think you deserve a
Soon as I wake up you just fuck my whole day up
Wondering how you look so good with no makeup
Sometimes I wish we'd argue just to make up
Then make duplicates of our genetic makeup
I pray to The Most High we never break up
For you I'd hold a bank up and take a pay cut
We do cute shit like, Eskimo kisses, rubbing noses
Think you farted one time, I couldn't tell 'cause it smelled like roses
Under your spell, must be witchcraft or some hocus-pocus
Sounds like Flying Lotus but this beat made by Shinoshis
You fine like a diner somewhere with fine chinaware
Plus you look extra good with your lion hair
Worth more than a dime, you're fine ninety nine
Get lost in your eyes just to pass the time
Can't see the future but the present is in your behind
And y'all don't need to know her name just know I call her mine
Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long
Your heartbeat plays my favorite song
And I think you deserve a
Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long
Your heartbeat plays my favorite song
And I think you deserve a Grammy
I think you deserve a Grammy
I think you deserve a Grammy
Instead of being mad at me here's what to do
Put on your favorite playlist, candles set the mood
Take off that dress, that bra, that thong, leave on them boots
Every time you leave it always seems too soon
Let's get married in Vegas, vacation on the moon
That's what I call a real honeymoon
Will you load that money counter full of hundreds boo?
Just call me Yogi-Pooh
Will you be my picnic basket full of honey boo?
And I don't mean to compare you to food
But I love how you turn the bedroom to a table for two
The way you move, did I mention your body so smooth?
The definition of perfection, no room to improve
Next to you in the nude is my favorite view
Now let your pulse keep the tempo of my favorite tune
Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long
Your heartbeat plays my favorite song
And I think you deserve a
Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long
Your heartbeat plays my favorite song
And I think you deserve a
Soon as I wake up you just fuck my whole day up
Wondering how you look so good with no makeup
Sometimes I wish we'd argue just to make up
Then make duplicates of our genetic makeup
I pray to The Most High we never break up
For you I'd hold a bank up and take a pay cut
We do cute shit like, Eskimo kisses, rubbing noses
Think you farted one time, I couldn't tell 'cause it smelled like roses
Under your spell, must be witchcraft or some hocus-pocus
Sounds like Flying Lotus but this beat made by Shinoshis
You fine like a diner somewhere with fine chinaware
Plus you look extra good with your lion hair
Worth more than a dime, you're fine ninety nine
Get lost in your eyes just to pass the time
Can't see the future but the present is in your behind
And y'all don't need to know her name just know I call her mine
Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long
Your heartbeat plays my favorite song
And I think you deserve a
Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone
I've been thinking 'bout you all day long
Your heartbeat plays my favorite song
And I think you deserve a Grammy
I think you deserve a Grammy
I think you deserve a Grammy
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Writer(s): Dimitri Henry, Dimitri Henry Jr.
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