Grease Weasel - Generic Pop Edm Frat Party Type Beat

You're so sticky sweet
Like the floor of a frat house
Basement, was where we were
Meant to be
The night you saw me
Across the room
But I wasn't looking at you

I was taking a peek
At the table of food
And that one dude
He was busting moves
Just slightly off beat
While our eyes meet
This is normally where
We would dance drunkenly
And fall in love
But you're not a fan of
Guys who have
Basic manners
Cause I said please
When I asked you to come
Home with me
Back to my place

You slapped me right in my face
Now I'm waiting outside
For my ride
Waiting for the night
To turn in my favor
And I'm speaking the truth
Like an honest neighbor
You'll probably go home alone
And play your XBOX on your own
Eat a frozen dinner, family sized
But you're just one guy
You're just one guy

I guess that's life
I guess that's life
I guess that's life
I guess that's life

Written by:
Samuel Yousufzai

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