Sweet Potato - Mouthe

Sweet-

Sweet potato

Sweet potato

Sweet potato

Sweet potato

Sweet potato

Sweet potato

Sweet potato

Sweet potato

Sweet potato

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet

Sweet potato, fries with ketchup sahis and molly

If pickin' up the tab ain’t prostitution, you got me

My lawyer said she’s pimpin' you but lordy, she got me

I’m rich again, but switching 'round the story, you got me?

(I never thought) she been around more than them dudes in molly

(I never thought) she had that Morpheus mental karate

(I never thought) that giving up my soul was bound to cost me

(I never thought) but she ordered like sixteen kamikazes

At lan with power steering, traded that for a LaBaron

Had a crib in Pêche Paris, now it’s Motown Texas Paris

Had a girl like Ula Faris, she left me for vanilla

Treat my soul like

You ain’t Yoko, and I ain’t John

I don’t speak French, so I didn’t say bon voyage

Voya, voyage

(Voya-, Voya-, voya-)

You ain’t Jenny Grey, and I ain’t Patrick Swayze

You don’t speak Italian, so you didn’t say arrivederci

Arrivederci, arrivederci

(arrivederci, hah, -derchi)

She

Was taking photos of me while I was sleeping

Threw her iPhone in the toilet like I’m 3 again

Asked her to log in that Cloud, delete them

I’m kinda only single on the weekend

Then she started

Then she kicked,

I’m sorry, shit, you look higher than the Parthenon

How deep was that brownie girl, your pupils like some hexagons

She blocked my social media, I block that social media

Unblock my social media, she write encyclopedias

This shit’s necrophilia

It’s over, it’s dead like, Nintendo Wii be yeah

(yeah, uh)

You ain’t Yoko, and I ain’t John

I don’t speak French, so I didn’t say bon

Voya, voyage

(Voya-, Voya-, voya-)

You ain’t Jenny Grey, and I ain’t Patrick Swayze

You don’t speak Italian, so you didn’t say arrivederci

Arrivederci, arrivederci

(arrivederci, hah, -derchi)