The Møjavi Burn - Taste for Some Mischief

Darling, you're so sweet I need a root canal
(I got a taste for some mischief)
I hope the feeling is mutual
(Darling, I got a taste for some mischief)
Every now then, I crave a little mischief
Punk-rock attitude, a bit of a misfit
Sip-sip bourbon 'til I feel a bit listless
My whole geometry is what chu wanna get with
Don't be afraid of the dark
I get the apprehension, you're playing it smart
I assure you, ain't nobody making a farce
Nor is they thinking 'bout taking or breaking your heart
Let's let our hair down and have us some fun
Into the darkness, I'm ready to plunge
Anticipating syrup on my tongue
Oh how it's yum! Oh how it's yum!
In pursuit of a thrill and a rush
With the same bliss you would feel for a crush
I got something nice that appeals to your lust
What we do is to remain concealed on the hush
Darling, you're so sweet I need a root canal
(I got a taste for some mischief)
I hope the feeling is mutual
(I got a taste for some mischief)
Cyndi Lauper will tell you He's so unusual
(I got a taste for some mischief)
You ain't gotta ask "Who?" like a hooting owl
(I got a taste for some mischief)
I try to be conducted in a rather fine and dandy form
I ignore the hate like it's candy corn
I'm not an ex-con, but I am a man reformed
I spit with more fury than a damsel scorned
I'm busy executing my plan
Call me V8 'cause I got the juice in the can
I'd rather have a shot of Grey Goose in my hand
Like you, I'm tryna endure the abuse of the Man
He pay you half-the-math for double-the-trouble
I'm tryna triple-my-nickels, not struggle with puzzles
I got priorities I juggle and juggle
Like bills and bills that seem to bubble and bubble
And so, I count these digits with my digits-phalanges
Miss me with that monkey business-chimpanzees
I'm tryna cook up this cheddar like Chef Ramsay
Finally, someone who understands me
Darling, you're so sweet I need a root canal
(I got a taste for some mischief)
I hope the feeling is mutual
(I got a taste for some mischief)
Cyndi Lauper will tell you He's so unusual
(I got a taste for some mischief)
You ain't gotta ask "Who?" like a hooting owl
(I got a taste for some mischief)

Written by:
MALIQUE JAMAL STARKS, MICHAEL RUBEN TICE

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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