PIXY STIX Lyrics

Feel something under my skin

Fuck a sleeve, think I got some tricks

Powder bitch, but she's still bad though

Sweet like pixy sticks

It feel a little too good when you stroke my ego

Changed my lock still keyed though

I don't want my heart to be open season

Hoping I still please you

I wish you would touch more of my body

Yeah, you leave notes, but I ain't one to study

I hold my hands in front my eyes and wait till you come home

I seem to find the reason why I crash when I'm on my own

Whoa, I got too many drinks in my cup

I got too many people up on me

No, I can't even blink from the blunt

I've been stressed from the crowd that don't understand me

Trying to be entertaining, you're not too pretty

I'ma still hit you up when I'm in the city

If you say no, I'm laughing to feel a pity

I ain't even out of my city

Get my bread up, no, I gotta eat more

Heavy neck made me drop to the sea floor

Motion sickness, yeah, I'm about to throw up

Fuck a yacht, yeah, I think I'ma blow up

Too much attention when I'm in this party

Fuck a diddy, no, I ain't that naughty

But me and your girl, yeah, we just getting started

Whoa, how in the fuck did you find me

Amongst all of these women around me

I got too many options to handle

But there's love all around, you surrounding

If you want come along on my journey

Hoping you don't mind that all the drugs come

You upset when you told me to stop that

I'd do anything for you, you know that

I'm quitting it right now, no questions asked

When it comes down to helping you

It becomes important to face my past

I'm trying to move on still

I've been pushing away taking more pills

Try to suppress the pain, no, it still kills

But I'd rather not lose you than sit still

Pray to God that's the way that you still feel

Feel something under my skin

Fuck a sleeve, think I got some tricks

Powder bitch, but she's still bad, though

Sweet like pixy sticks

Feel a little too good when you stroke my ego

Change my lock, still keyed though

I don't want my heart to be open season

Hoping I still please you, oh

I wish you would touch more of my body

Yeah, you leave notes, but I ain't one to study

I hold my hands in front my eyes

And wait till you come home

I seem to find the reason why

I crash when I'm on my own

Woah, I got too many drinks in my cup

I got too many people up on me

No, I can't even blink from the blunt

I've been stressed from the crowd that don't understand me

Trying to be entertaining, you're not too pretty

I'ma still hit you up when I'm in the city

If you say no, I'm laughing to feel a pity