Mix Up
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all my, all my words
All my words, all my, all my words, that I mix up
Mix up all my words, all my words get mixed up
Every syllable head over heels like flip cup
Sip up a scent from your glitter covered chest
Up down, up down got your body all pressed (up)
Dressed up nice to the tens
Ironed up like McConaughey's wife
Thirsty like Sprite
Magic Mike life you're so ladylike
All night in the limelight
Margarita with a lime slice
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all my, all my words
All my words, all my, all my words, that I mix up
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all my, all my words
All my words, all my, all my words (I'm so nervous that I m-)
Fumbling through words like I'm Farve with a football
Got so many options on speed dial, catcall
But you're the only one I lose myself when I'm around
You make my confidence drown every time I catch the sound
Of your voice when you laugh at my ordinary choices
And my beat-up leather jacket when I'm running with my boys
Tattooed covered body, almost all of them for Jesus
Imma pick you up in my '16 Prius
I cannot break at the thought of you taking a shot by somebody like me
How could I ever believe you were there feeling on me I'm so [? 1: 18]
Bright like a pair of new sheets
Clean like a bottle of bleach
Clean but I'll show you my streaks
Never put them in the streets
Only the rhymes and the beats
And I'm going to go to the back of a broken [? 1: 26] alley
Wait for your [?] of me
Making my hope and my dreams a call-up of reality
Every time I see you in the flesh I don't seem [?]
I'm stuck in my head I shouldn't have messed
I gotta stand back and assess
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all my, all my words
All my words, all my, all my words, that I mix up
Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all my, all my words
All my words, all my, all my words, that I mix up
Mix up all my words, all my words get mixed up
Every syllable head over heels like flip cup
Sip up a scent from your glitter covered chest
Up down, up down got your body all pressed (up)
Dressed up nice to the tens
Ironed up like McConaughey's wife
Thirsty like Sprite
Magic Mike life you're so ladylike
All night in the limelight
Margarita with a lime slice
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all my, all my words
All my words, all my, all my words, that I mix up
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all my, all my words
All my words, all my, all my words (I'm so nervous that I m-)
Fumbling through words like I'm Farve with a football
Got so many options on speed dial, catcall
But you're the only one I lose myself when I'm around
You make my confidence drown every time I catch the sound
Of your voice when you laugh at my ordinary choices
And my beat-up leather jacket when I'm running with my boys
Tattooed covered body, almost all of them for Jesus
Imma pick you up in my '16 Prius
I cannot break at the thought of you taking a shot by somebody like me
How could I ever believe you were there feeling on me I'm so [? 1: 18]
Bright like a pair of new sheets
Clean like a bottle of bleach
Clean but I'll show you my streaks
Never put them in the streets
Only the rhymes and the beats
And I'm going to go to the back of a broken [? 1: 26] alley
Wait for your [?] of me
Making my hope and my dreams a call-up of reality
Every time I see you in the flesh I don't seem [?]
I'm stuck in my head I shouldn't have messed
I gotta stand back and assess
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all my, all my words
All my words, all my, all my words, that I mix up
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Writer(s): Ethan Davis
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