bend

I'm deadass serious man
I was at T.J. Maxx and I was in the candle section
The motherfuckin' candle said "flannel"
What the fuck does a flannel smell like?
Like, can we get descriptive? Like
West Coast flannel, smell like drive-bys and churros
East Coast flannel, smell like Timberlands and Warrens
Down South flannel, smell like methamphetamine and gunpowder
I need this shit, to be specific
You can't just be sellin' me some shit
That I don't know what the fuck it
I'm not familiar with the smell
Fuckin' flannel

Huh
That bitch she smell like a motherfuckin' flannel
Huh
Get on the aux she get lit like a candle
Huh
Never met no bitch that I cannot handle
She gettin' smart and I'm goin' commando
Squeeze down the trigger, she think that I'm Rambo
(Huh, huh)
Teleportin', she wan' meet at the nebula
Told her "you gon' have to find it, can't get you there"
Know I remember the time when I met you there
You shining bright, and I couldn't help but stare
I went back and I still felt you there
Way you hit me, never felt prepared
(I see your eyes, I see your face)
Hop up in my ride, let's go away
With you by my side, I'm not afraid
We'll do things your way
Just don't leave me
Don't leave me please babe, don't deceive me
Don't deceive me please babe, act like you need me
Even though you don't let's just play pretend
For you, solid objects, I'm 'on make 'em bend

(Uh) Bend
Bend
Bend
Bend
I'll make 'em bend
For you
For you
For you
For you
For you
For you
(Ooh)
For you
(Uh, uh)
For you

Dance around the clouds
Dance around the planet
You and me, we rule the universe
I'm too hot no topic
Ain't talkin' no comet
I told her to stop it
She want in my pockets
I pop it and lock it
I make 10 tracks and I don't ever drop 'em
I only speak facts and she wanna go shoppin'
Don't got no money, bitch what is you coppin'
She hit up my phone, like "when is you comin"
Baby girl late, only thing that I'm runnin'
(Yeah)



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Writer(s): J Wegter
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