Surf - Tommy Cash

Yeaaaaaa

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf

You’re a game I can’t stop playing you

You in my menu, my bad tattoo

Mami’s punani is working voodoo

If you’d be a drug I couldn’t stop tripping you

On my junky moods, you’re known in my hood

I could go straight for a week without food

You are the acne on my face

With me take you to every place

I’ll be solo you’re my bass

Let’s make a band, sit on my face

Somewhere between good and bad

Somewhere between too much and never had

Somewhere between rock and rap

Somewhere between nature and lab

Yeaaaaaaa

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf

Yeaaaaaaa

Baby could you

Play with me, play with me

Do you have the matches?

Gasoline, gasoline

I wanna leave marks

On your knees, on your knees

You make it so hard

Just can’t be, just can’t be

But you never tried

Drugs like me, drugs like me

And you never cried

For guys like me guys like me

But you so pretty, me so ugly

I’m so fat, you have a perfect body

What you want a little money

Take all I have

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf on her underwear

Surf