Tuker Lucy - Cotton Candy Palace

Heel-toe, heel-toe
Heel-toe, now stop
Crazy leg, now crazy leg
Now spin around and drop
Flexin' on em, flexin' on em
Flexin' on them haters
They do me no favors
Got that cotton candy flavor
Artificial coloring, everything is wrong
Flip the script, get me my director's chair
Pressure in my bong
Man I better call my momma up
Listen to her son
Man, she'd never raise no runner up
Bracket number one
Man I’m focused, I’m hoping
No pandemic can stop me
I got a bang and some weed
Run the stairs, like I’m rocky
When I get to the top
Animal, fill up his pockets
AINT nobody gon stop me
And ain’t nobody gon stop me now go
Heel-toe, heel-toe
Heel-toe, now stop
Crazy leg, now crazy leg
Now spin around and drop
Flexin' on em, flexin' on em
Flexin' on them haters
They do me no favors
Got that cotton candy flavor
Heel-toe, heel-toe
Heel-toe, now stop
Crazy leg, now crazy leg
Now spin around and drop
Flexin' on em, flexin' on em
Flexin' on them haters
They do me no favors
Got that cotton candy flavor
Now that I’m back
No longer under attack
I unleash a cannon in the nick of time
Peel some muffin caps back
Hold the soda, raw kombucha
Spawns wherever I’m at
No more forgotten Soulja
I won’t hold ya
Stain still aim at ya neck
Stain still aim ya character
King won’t be seen as an amateur
King of this shit like an enema
Wrath of a menace I hit em up
Eyes on me like I’m Tupac
King of the woods, I’m an animal
No one can stop me, I don’t give a fuck
No can stop me, I don’t give a fuck
Heel-toe, heel-toe
Heel-toe, now stop
Crazy leg, now crazy leg
Now spin around and drop
Flexin' on em, flexin' on em
Flexin' on them haters
They do me no favors
Got that cotton candy flavor
Heel-toe, heel-toe
Heel-toe, now stop
Crazy leg, now crazy leg
Now spin around and drop
Flexin' on em, flexin' on em
Flexin' on them haters
They do me no favors
Got that cotton candy flavor

Written by:
Brandon Gilmore

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