Olivia Kuper Harris - Sticky Icky

Go 'head and hold the gin and juice
I keep it clear when I'm with you
With you, with you

No sticky icky icky stuff
No need to numb cuz I'm enough
With you, yeah you

I'm flying first class
On an empty glass
Not tryna trip
On catnip
Not blowin' up on angel dust
Cuz you're my candy flippin' cocoa puff

Babe yes you're my laughing gas
You're that real shit
The kind that lasts
You're good good mister
You're that good good mister
You're the best

You got me floating on cloud 9
Feel like I got a bag of dimes
With you, with you

It's like I took a happy pill
Baby I'm always tryna chill
With you, yeah you

I'm flying first class
On an empty glass
Not tryna trip
On catnip
Not blowin' up on angel dust
Cuz you're my candy flipping cocoa puff

Oh babe yes you're my, laughing gas
Oh you're that real shit
The kind that lasts
You're good good mister
You're that good good mister
You're the best
Yeah

I'm not dazed or confused
Oh nothin shady
No walks of shame
I'm sober lately

I'm flying first class
On an empty glass
Not tryna trip
On catnip
Not blowin' up on angel dust
Cuz you're my candy flippin cocoa puff

Babe yes you're my, laughing gas
Oh you're that real shit
The kind that lasts
You're good good mister
You're that good good mister
You gimme that good good mister
You gimme that good good mister
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You're good to me mister
You're good yeah you're so good
You're the best
The best
You're the best

Written by:
Blake Lewis, Davy Nathan, Jeanette Steiner, Olivia Harris

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