Honeypot
Oh, ah!
Let's take a walk in between the sunny spots
Oh, ah!
Let's take a dip, we could mix the honey pot
Oh, ah!
Brace yourself, my potion's running hot
Oh my!
My aching hands
From touching love-me-nots
Oops
Guess I gotta get to going
Gotta get gone
Guess I gotta get a move on
Get a beat I can chew on
Get a mic, and a futon
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it like I'm throwing dice in group homes
Get it like a poltergeist to groove on
Get it like that grey bottle of poupon
Get it like that gram model get new thongs
Get it like I live as a critter
Like I'm living a bitter life
I live as a sinner, like I'm living, but sick of life
I ain't trynna kick a bucket, or pick a fight
I ain't trynna take nothing but take flight
I ain't trynna prove nothing that ain't right
I ain't trynna claim something that ain't mine (Nah)
I ain't trynna pay mind to grapevines (Nah)
Imma just spazz and cut the brake lines
Imma shoot straight
If you duck, you ain't mine
I've been known to get along with error, buddy
I've been with that funky sh- since age five
I don't need a shtick to get a snare bloodied
I came from a crummy crypt, I can't lie
Snuck up from a humble pit I can't lie
Real sh-, I can't lie
So, I . . .
yourself tho, it's known for running hot
Oh my!
I take my walks in between the sunny spots
Oh, ah!
You could come with
We could mix the honey pot
Oh, ah!
Bracend it aids the closed eye
Let's take a walk in between the sunny spots
Oh, ah!
Let's take a dip, we could mix the honey pot
Oh, ah!
Brace yourself, my potion's running hot
Oh my!
My aching hands
From touching love-me-nots
Oops
Guess I gotta get to going
Gotta get gone
Guess I gotta get a move on
Get a beat I can chew on
Get a mic, and a futon
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it like I'm throwing dice in group homes
Get it like a poltergeist to groove on
Get it like that grey bottle of poupon
Get it like that gram model get new thongs
Get it like I live as a critter
Like I'm living a bitter life
I live as a sinner, like I'm living, but sick of life
I ain't trynna kick a bucket, or pick a fight
I ain't trynna take nothing but take flight
I ain't trynna prove nothing that ain't right
I ain't trynna claim something that ain't mine (Nah)
I ain't trynna pay mind to grapevines (Nah)
Imma just spazz and cut the brake lines
Imma shoot straight
If you duck, you ain't mine
I've been known to get along with error, buddy
I've been with that funky sh- since age five
I don't need a shtick to get a snare bloodied
I came from a crummy crypt, I can't lie
Snuck up from a humble pit I can't lie
Real sh-, I can't lie
So, I . . .
yourself tho, it's known for running hot
Oh my!
I take my walks in between the sunny spots
Oh, ah!
You could come with
We could mix the honey pot
Oh, ah!
Bracend it aids the closed eye
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Writer(s): Spencer Zorn
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