Lyrics

It’s the, verse that your spillin
Your condiments are thrillin,
I’m hopin for somebody to get used to
We could, freak in the bathroom,
Get a couple tattoos
Anything you’ve been wanting us to do do
Hear my, nana callin for some papa
Got em doubled up lovin on the lala
I keep it nice and squeaky so there aint nobody fuzzin
And everybody knows its good cuz them bumbles keep it buzzin
Said I’m not myself, lately I’m foolish, I shouldn’t do this
I’m hatin myself but baby I don’t care
Cuz baby youre makin a fool of me, you got me hung up and I don’t care who sees,
Cuz baby you got me, you got me, you got me to breath, you got me to breath, yeah !

Instinct of reaction
Your call to start a faction
Your literary contribute to airspace
Word to your mother that bitch is undercover
And you aint got nobody to take her place
It’s a sentimental little lie love
And im, really learning about the high club
I let your people visit even thought I aint gon’ listen
And Im about to blow the distance even when I’m in the clearance
Said youre not yourself lately your foolish, you shouldn’t do this
You’re hatin yourself but baby I don’t care
Cuz youre makin a fool of me,
You got me hung up and I don’t care who sees
Cuz baby you got me you got me you got me to breath, yeah !

You're cellfish! You’re a cellfish, yeah.
You're so cellfish! You're a cellfish!