Song parody of
Thinkin' Bout.
by Andrew Chris & Kenyatta
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, look
Thinkin bout thinkin bout love
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout you
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout hate
Thinkin bout thinkin bout all that you do
Drop the top
The bottom
Feel the bass hit
Pop the clutch
And burn a couple pay grades
These are days when homies hit the basement
These are days when something turns to nothing
These are days when talking out your ass is great
These are days when you come in late
These are days when you can't count sheep
These are days when day don't mean nothing
These the days when that shit don't mean anything
You'll be screaming then you want a wedding ring
We don't got a kid, so you like Billie Jean
But you more like Eilish, you so stylish
Then you make me sad, but I just laugh
Cause if this shit was a map, you'd be my atlas
But you got me swerving while in traffic
Puff the magic dragon, so distracting
Thinkin bout thinkin bout love
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout you
Thikin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout hate
Thinkin bout thinkin bout all that you do
Thinkin bout thinkin bout love
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout you
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout hate
Thinkin bout thinkin bout all that you do
Yeah
Look
Sugar I knew I was sour
Way before way before you had the power
Blocking me in like a Bowser
Rocking me steady like Bonham
Growing up steady with momma
Now you Madonna
Trying to ball like Obama
Where is the honor
Here come the karma
Yuh, yuh, look
Thinkin bout thinkin bout love
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout you
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout hate
Thinkin bout thinkin bout all that you do
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thinkin bout love
Yeah
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout you
Thinkin bout you
All that you do
Yeah
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, look
Thinkin bout thinkin bout love
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout you
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout hate
Thinkin bout thinkin bout all that you do
Drop the top
The bottom
Feel the bass hit
Pop the clutch
And burn a couple pay grades
These are days when homies hit the basement
These are days when something turns to nothing
These are days when talking out your ass is great
These are days when you come in late
These are days when you can't count sheep
These are days when day don't mean nothing
These the days when that shit don't mean anything
You'll be screaming then you want a wedding ring
We don't got a kid, so you like Billie Jean
But you more like Eilish, you so stylish
Then you make me sad, but I just laugh
Cause if this shit was a map, you'd be my atlas
But you got me swerving while in traffic
Puff the magic dragon, so distracting
Thinkin bout thinkin bout love
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout you
Thikin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout hate
Thinkin bout thinkin bout all that you do
Thinkin bout thinkin bout love
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout you
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout hate
Thinkin bout thinkin bout all that you do
Yeah
Look
Sugar I knew I was sour
Way before way before you had the power
Blocking me in like a Bowser
Rocking me steady like Bonham
Growing up steady with momma
Now you Madonna
Trying to ball like Obama
Where is the honor
Here come the karma
Yuh, yuh, look
Thinkin bout thinkin bout love
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout you
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout hate
Thinkin bout thinkin bout all that you do
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Thinkin bout love
Yeah
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout you
Thinkin bout you
All that you do
Yeah
Thinkin bout thinkin bout thinkin bout
