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!

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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