Lyrics:
the butter knife blues
Hold me, love me, keep me in your butter dish
I told the genie I only want one wish
For you to hold me, love me, keep me in your butter
myself
I'll rest my wrist on the butter dish
And line up my eye sockets in the icebox
Close the door of my compact fridge
Fill it with liquid til minutes
feel pain, even if I should,
[Chorus]
Even if I should,
If I should
The sweetest smile that ever did.
Melt the pats in the butter dish
of fish right off the glass dish
Butter roll beats bagel tracks wavey hair decks
Lay it down straw hat style, butterball crown
Time life investments, when
store
The eggs out of sight
In a three dog night
That aint right or what a fridge is for
Yellow butter on a dish
Or the black and Irish
Delicious warm
Butter churn (Check!) Pesticide (Check!) Autograph from Julian Cope (Check! Check!) Money for dope
Whipping cream (Check!) Table salt (Check!) Butter
and twists, drifting, finally, to hover
Just above the uncovered dish of butter
This moment I savor, tuck it away for later
Hush
Behold
From in the knots
eatin please dish out the butter and lobster
Mix it with lil bit of pasta (Okay)
Tuck in my napkin as if we so proper (Proper)
My flight is landing
A dish made for butter golf clubs with no putter
My house is full to the top can't bring myself to stop
If I had a dime for every time that I would just
wit da mans
Add it up nigga I just wanna hunnid grand
When I was young I saw ogs Ina kitchen getting it in
With a pot ona stove a butter knife
to be my favourite dish
but now with butter-bagels
I prefer saint peters fish
I thought I was a tuff man
till I try to take a bite
but its awful hard
butter like Chardonnay
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s
butter fish, foo
When I come home late at night
I get my favorite dish, fish
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki
tasty butter fish, fooo
When I come home late at night
I get my favorite dish, fish
Hold tight, hold tight, a-hold tight, hold tight
butter fish, foo
When I come home late at night
I get my favorite dish, fish
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki
butter fish, foo
When I come home late at night
I get my favorite dish, fish
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki
Mashed potatoes are a delicious and comforting side dish that is perfect for any meal. They are made by boiling and mashing potatoes with butter
zan's
Whipping he the butter man
Fourth he the dud da man strapped he gunner man
Word to my mother man
High off another gram
Wood full of mother land
can't wait to dig in!
Grab the butter, throw in the cheese, and mix them all together
It's not called Mac and Cheddar, It's Maca-Yona and Cheese!
Grab
Yes, you're just jelly, I'm a main dish, you're a garnish
Yes, I got rays see them once and you salivate
Salivate, celebrate when I see some toast
outlandish bitch,
Butter noodle sauce, smile is cheesy, Parmigiana dish
Is it rude to cough?
Sorry, ma, smokin' loud in here
Smile's cheesy, Parmigiana dish
Just need my clearance
taking flights and il be aight
Weed man son
I was born to this
Need a dish ackee with the salt fish
Cocoa butter on my skin
fed food in bed
Bae can whip a dish
Man lately I been hungry
eating everything in front of me
Always on one hundred
I don't sleep I'd rather rock
cream
Trying to stack paper tall like Abdul Rahim
I'm getting mine off the top, ho, Dom King
That soft white, hitting hard, bitch, butter
Been a long man
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