Melodie

Hello Heather yellow feather bring the stormy weather Phonaesthetics got my girl screaming cellar cellar And if I Write a book I'd probably be a best seller and I'm on my storyteller shit call me a Rockerfeller Hello Heather yellow feather bring the stormy weather Phonaestheticss got my girl screaming cellar cellar And if I Write a book I'd probably be a best seller and I'm on my storyteller shit call me a Rockerfeller It's OK it's OK it's OK now You trying to hop up on my wave get away child I'm trying to start this verse but I don't even know how Anhedonic melodies with existential flows now If you can't understand the words that I say Turn around keep Walking in the other way Now was that clear enough daddy he gon' call your bluff Not your average cream puff Feeling like I'm handcuffed But I'm free now We could start to chow It's time to eat now; ring the bell and go wild And you can join in just as long as you kin I'm not talking Mr. V A.k.a. the felony They call me lunchbox I can't get Enough I'm in your girls box Like a tummy tuck I got your girl all hot saying that's enough And when you leave the Room she go back on hot pursuit She wanna piece of me like fat kids at a bakery And running through the Saks like A mother fucking shopping spree This songs so light The melodie I fuck a bitch named Melodie That pussy taste so heavenly And if she down to ride for me Hello heather yellow feather gotta watch the weather Tsuuunami's start to form Make her wetter Wetter Write down all my thoughts Just to feel better better And she want the best for me Our sex sound just like Symphony's Hello heather, yellow feather bring the stormy weather Phonaesthetics got my girl saying cellar cellar