Tina
Yeah, so it's Wednesday night
And, uh, I'm off into the club
I check my shit and I head inside
And I see that girl that we all call Tina Turner
'Cause she look like Tina Turner
And she said, "Hey love, rocket ride?" And I said, "Yeah, rocket ride"
And so, she reached out her hand and I put my hand underneath her hand
And she dropped the ticket to the rocket
And I flew that up into my mouth and ran it down in my stomach
And Tina Turner smiled at me, and she said, "All aboard"
And that shit fucked me up, man
I woke up two days later at a friend's house
I'm not sure what happened
I think my boy Sam was pickin' his eyeball
I don't know about this
Yeah, so it's Wednesday night
And, uh, I'm off into the club
I check my shit and I head inside
And I see that girl that we all call Tina Turner
'Cause she look like Tina Turner
And she said, "Hey love, rocket ride?" And I said, "Yeah, rocket ride"
And so, she reach out her hand and I put my hand underneath her hand
And she dropped the ticket to the rocket
And I flew that up into my mouth and ran it down in my stomach
And Tina Turner smiled at me, and she said, "All aboard"
And that shit fucked me up, man
I woke up two days later at a friend's house
I'm not sure what happened
I think my boy Sam was pickin' his eyeball
I don't know about this
I don't know about this
And, uh, I'm off into the club
I check my shit and I head inside
And I see that girl that we all call Tina Turner
'Cause she look like Tina Turner
And she said, "Hey love, rocket ride?" And I said, "Yeah, rocket ride"
And so, she reached out her hand and I put my hand underneath her hand
And she dropped the ticket to the rocket
And I flew that up into my mouth and ran it down in my stomach
And Tina Turner smiled at me, and she said, "All aboard"
And that shit fucked me up, man
I woke up two days later at a friend's house
I'm not sure what happened
I think my boy Sam was pickin' his eyeball
I don't know about this
Yeah, so it's Wednesday night
And, uh, I'm off into the club
I check my shit and I head inside
And I see that girl that we all call Tina Turner
'Cause she look like Tina Turner
And she said, "Hey love, rocket ride?" And I said, "Yeah, rocket ride"
And so, she reach out her hand and I put my hand underneath her hand
And she dropped the ticket to the rocket
And I flew that up into my mouth and ran it down in my stomach
And Tina Turner smiled at me, and she said, "All aboard"
And that shit fucked me up, man
I woke up two days later at a friend's house
I'm not sure what happened
I think my boy Sam was pickin' his eyeball
I don't know about this
I don't know about this
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Anthony James, Samuel Joseph James, Bhaskar Achar Peres Petrillo, Matheus Meca Silva, Lukas Rafael Hespanhol Ruiz
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