Butter My Crackers

Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
I wonder this time where he's gone
Wonder if he's gone to stay
Anytime he goes away

Grr jeesh I hate to leave
Its's the pits
I make it easy on myself
I stay at the Ritz butter my crackers
Fake tan
Gold Fish or alabaster
Call the boys
Oreo double stack'm stack'm
Only cuz she asked for it
I'm not nasty
Just impressionable
Keep yo finger away from my booty hole
That's a no no no no no
Most else is a go go like Toto (woof woof)
Fast like moto or slow mo'
Slap scratch
No scat
And please take photos
I know not from this angle
Yo' stomach is on bloat bloat
I'm thinking on the side
Lay ya Aaliyah
Rock the boat
Bruise your throat
Not my fault
You were adamant to fit it all in
That tonsil thing
None of my doing
You and all those piercings
Too much talent here to be amateur



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Christopher
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