Sandwiches - Jpaulished

Yeah, yeah

And it goes like this

And it goes like…

I don’t wanna make a song

Unless it got a quirk to it

Speakers bumping

On the dance floor

Girls twerk to it

Booty shaking like you gotta pay the rent

Work to it

And your body like cursive

Curves go through it

Going psychopathic

Michael Jackson moon walking

Feeling psychoactive

Whole body bending

Looking like you do gymnastics

Ain’t no plastic

On the back side

Ass thighs

Lookin like you capsized

And you got that good top

Wonder what the cap size?

Got me reminiscing

Everything was different last night

Something like a cat fight

Got nine lives

On your last life

Booty going up and down on me

Like the gas price

I wanna lay off in the beach

Up in the sand wicha

I wanna roll around town

Holding hands witcha

I wanna meet you in the middle

Like some sandwiches

I wanna be the mr

You could be the damn mrs

I wanna lay off in the beach

Up in the sand wicha

I wanna roll around town

Holding hands witcha

I wanna meet you in the middle

Like some sandwiches

I wanna be the mr

You could be the damn mrs

Head twisted

Tryna make my mind different

I’m staying indy

Like the day before July 5th is

There ain’t no genie in a bottle

Grantin my wishes

Full back on the throttle

Switchin sides with it

But you my baby

I would never leave

We like John and Yoko Ono

In the 70s

Cause we breakin out the bands

Throw it in the air

Rain on em

Staying grounded

But you flyer than a plane on em

Oxymoron

You thicker

Than the damn Quran

And you fire like Sauron

Get the wine pour on

Cause you know

We fucking drinking til we see the sun

It took too long

For me to find out you the one

I wanna lay off in the beach

Up in the sand wicha

I wanna roll around town

Holding hands witcha

I wanna meet you in the middle

Like some sandwiches

I wanna be the mr

You could be the damn mrs

I wanna lay off in the beach

Up in the sand wicha

I wanna roll around town

Holding hands witcha

I wanna meet you in the middle

Like some sandwiches

I wanna be the mr

You could be the damn mrs

I’d go to war for you

Helen of Troy shit

I would destroy shit

I would destroy ships

Luck of the Koi Fish

Or luck of the coin flip

All the other guys

On you like ointment

But you push em to the side

Cause you know that I ride for you

Cliche, but you know that’d i’d die for you

And everything you want

I’d get it

I would bring it to the light

Like i’m Thomas Edison

You heal the pain

You like modern medicine

You like a book

That I read again

Cause the rest of my life

I could rest in the night

Everyday with you right by my side

I wanna lay off in the beach

Up in the sand wicha

I wanna roll around town

Holding hands witcha

I wanna meet you in the middle

Like some sandwiches

I wanna be the mr

You could be the damn mrs

I wanna lay off in the beach

Up in the sand wicha

I wanna roll around town

Holding hands witcha

I wanna meet you in the middle

Like some sandwiches

I wanna be the mr

You could be the damn mrs