Thursdays Lyrics

Throwback

She throw it back like a jersey

Sexual Healing it's therapy

Felt like I swam with a mermaid

And she almost had me

Weakened like a Thursday

Girl you be dripping that water

Feel like Bobby Boucher

It's a flea flicker on some liquor

Like she sucked my blood

Throw it back like we reminiscing

We brushing up

And she fire got the torches

Like the burning bush

Can we rendezvous

On the moon I'm as cold as you

And she throw it back

Your attack to exact

She a thumb tack

In a hay stack

Throw it way back

Throw it way back

Throw ya waist back

Throw it back

Throw it back

Like a rerun

And girl I know you need love

Even your heart numb

I'm frigid in a fridge

Getting frost bitten arms

I'm diving in the milky way

You hot as the stars

And she threw it back

To the sound of the beat

Baby you wet like I'm downing at sea

Ain't tryna free willie get A Millie Silly

No estimating they debating they hating

I'm making history

Flick a flea

And she throw it back while she kissing me

Wetter than Ursula

Suck it and burp it up

I couldn't church on her

I wasn't chicken

Why you so personal

Minding my business

On a satellite

Skipping rocks on the moon

She threw it back

Like July went to June

This ain't Rush Hour

Why you coming soon

Girl wait for the flowers to bloom

Hung her jersey in the hall of fame

She got that pomegranate lemonade

She get to dancing showing me them legs

She get to running like I was the feds

I beat it up like a vegetable

She throw it back like she must of forgot

She got that holy box do Salat

I put the stick in the box

Then when you cum

I be licking the drops

Girl throw it back for a real one

I just feel love

She throw it back like a jersey

Sexual Healing it's therapy

Felt like I swam with a mermaid

And she almost had me

Weakened like a Thursday

Girl you be dripping that water

Feel like Bobby Boucher

It's a flea flicker on some liquor

Like she sucked my blood

Throw it back like we reminiscing

We brushing up

And she fire got the torches

Like the burning bush

Can we rendezvous

On the moon I'm as cold as you

And she throw it back

Your attack to exact

She a thumb tack

In a hay stack

Throw it way back

Throw it way back

Throw ya waist back