B. Boyd - French Fries & Frosties (feat. Telly)

Snacking on French Fries & Frosties
Sipping on lemon limes and RCs
I wonder how it'll look from our seats
When we're behind the scenes
Snacking on French Fries & Frosties
Sipping on lemon limes and RCs
I wonder how it'll look from our seats
When we're behind the scenes
Las mamacitas quieren margaritas en las La Vaquitas
Solo quiero papas fritas en las taquerias, uh
I'm the Beavis copping the hot Adidas and rocking speakers
Y'all need Jesus, probably oughta be reading Bhagavad Gitas
I'm feeding meters, I'm changing up my demeanors
All the people want to party so I give 'em something eager
I've been bumping and grinding
Loving is what I'm finding
All the people in the club give it up, no more rewinding, yo
Dance to the beat, I'm the master to beat
Got you tapping your feet as you're sat in your seat
See you mashing the key as you pass your degree
Put you back in the street if your back is to me
In the sack it is B, sipping jasmine tea
In the back of the vehicle rapping the heat
I attack, I defeat, I'm the stat' of David
Got the activity, yo, what's happening? Me
I'm the one take it up another echelon
Lexicon long, cook it up like a restaurant
Spinning these seats, bring the heat like a Peloton
Debutante about to make a scene at the Pentagon
Me and Telly keep the mosh elated
Rising from the fall, yeah, we oscillated
Started from a crawl now we walk our way in
Living behind the scenes ain't so complicated, uh
Snacking on French Fries & Frosties
Sipping on lemon limes and RCs
I wonder how it'll look from our seats
When we're behind the scenes
Snacking on French Fries & Frosties
Sipping on lemon limes and RCs
I wonder how it'll look from our seats
When we're behind the scenes
We're behind the scenes (oh no)
Tragedy awaits (oh god)
Wait for me, I'm on one (yeah yeah)
Pray for all the lost ones
Now we're running late (oh no)
Woke up in LA (oh god)
Now my head is spinning (yeah)
Voices seem like they're just winning (yeah)
I don't want to play around
Boom boom clap, I just dropped my crown
Now I'm about to make a sound
Boom boom snap, you just party fouled
They don't wanna take the bait or fade away
I don't wanna lay to waste, I wanna stay
I don't want to pay today, I'm 28
No way
Ba ba badada ba da bada ba
Ba da badada ba da bada ba
Ba ba badada ba da bada ba
Ba da badada ba da bada ba
Man that's all we got
Telly
B. Boyd

Written by:
Brendan Boyd, Shantelle Diaz

Publisher:
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