Lirik
I know kerosene, I'm not dumb, mommy
I've got flesh from the meanies between my teeth
Felt so terribly, rude and crude to be
Showing up at your house, seeking remedy
But should I say I'm wrong for that? (For that?)
Don't wanna feel the backhand of whiplash
I fantasize behind your back (Your back)
Call your name, eat you like crème brûlée, ah
I am devolving (Oh-oh), I am losing steam
I have been passing out on the balance beam
You are so extreme, you are so supreme
Shot me right in the head with a laser beam
Name eat you li— name eat you like crème brûlée, ah
Carve your name, eat you like crème brûlée, ah
Name eat you li— name eat you like— dark like that (That)
Carve your name, eat you like crème brûlée, ah
But should I say I'm wrong for that? (For that?)
Don't wanna feel the backhand of whiplash
I fantasize behind your back (Your back)
Feel so clean like a money machine (Oh)
Feel so clean like a money machine, feel so clean like a money machine (You know)
Feel so clean like a money machine, feel so clean like a money machine (You know)
Feel so clean like a money machine, feel so clean like a money machine (Ah)
Carve your name, eat you like— big— big ol' butt (*Bring it back*)
Name eat you li— name eat you like crème brûlée, ah (Big ol' butt)
Name eat you li— name eat you like— dark like— (Big ol' butt)
Call your name, eat you like— booty-booty-booty-booty-booty (Bring it back)
Carve your name, eat you like— (Big ol' butt, big ol' butt)
Name-name-name-name-name-name-name-name
Dark like that (That)
Carve your name, eat you like crème brûlée, ah
Written by: Victor Gonzalez