SUPER SOUR HONEY Lyrics

Raise your hands to the bass, embrace it

Like you face to face and it break ya patience

Type of great, I don't need no saving

From the gracious vocations of Jesus, baby

Favorite flavor shake grape taste, I take it

Makeshift dick blunts 'til her tongue aching

Lips dry

Like a fucking piece of bacon that you say your mom made

I fucking hate it, but I'll fake it on occasion, It's amazing Ms. Smith

On vacation In-donesia I saw ya tits

Think I love you now

Been some months that I been stuck inside a fucking room

Producing tunes, music that you love and prolly fuck to if I'm guessing right

Press up on that Tesla pill, don't find it, you is not a fan

Acid fried I'm fasting like I'm Uncle Roger aunt

Fraudulent, I go Hi-C, sue Japan

I'm Superman in pants that looser, you can call me Super Loser

Haha

Raise your hands to the bass, embrace it

Like you face to face and it break ya patience

Type of great, I don't need no saving

From the gracious vocations of Jesus, baby

Favorite flavor shake apricot, I take it

Makeshift cock blunts 'til her lungs aching

But the tummy still work

Sour Honey dessert for her

I'll try a plate of the cajun jerk steak fries

Oh I hate when I stain my shirt

It's hard to bathe an ape, an occupation

Here's the options

Make it famous fucking rapping, or stay studying oxidation

Either way I'm gon' pay it off

Raise your hands to the bass, embrace it

Like you face to face and it break ya patience

Type of great, I don't need no saving

From the gracious vocations of Jesus, baby