BreeKay X Kasairi - Salty Caramel

'Tis the season to be salty
Don't you mean Jolly?
No I mean salty
Salty! Call me
To get a new attitude
Yeah, I said it, attitude
'Cause you mad and rude
Acting like the only one around here who matters is you
I'm working on patience and people want to try it
And BreeKay wonders why I always want to fight
Okay, here we go, here we go
All I wanted was a salted caramel frappuccino
But it didn't take long 'til I realized
That they named it after people
People who be rushing and got nowhere to be
Waiting in line breathing all up on me
Getting on me, for not moving
Man I don't see
'Cause it's my turn and I really wish it wasn't
Why am I here? 'Cause this person really doesn't
Want to talk, want to listen
Just not really being attentive
Messing up my order before it's even given
To the main one who's actually making it
And I'm waiting in this crowd who ain't taking it
Like they're the only one paying for this
They're pushing, shoving, dirty looking and fussing
"This isn't what I ordered"
The receipt says otherwise so move to the side
Unless you want to tip more than a quarter
All in one look then grit their teeth
And say, "I'm sorry, I'll make another
But for next time
For future reference just make sure you order the other"
Sour, so salty
I can see you want to take it out on me
I can taste the sour
And the salty
But baby please don't take it out on me
All that
Salty caramel, salty salty caramel
All that
Salty caramel, salty salty caramel
All that
Salty caramel, salty salty caramel
All that
Salty caramel, salty salty caramel
These are the tales from Southern California
If you've never been here, let me inform ya
Everything's me, me, me and I, I, I
On the I-ten and the I-five
Gettin cut off and cussed out at the same time
Trying not to take it personal
Now nobody wanna give me no leeway
Getting on the freeway
But it could be worse, you know
Than living in the suburbs and being impatient
Then people want to get racist
Saying things like, "he's probably Asian"
Nope, he's just not paying attention
Snapchat videos
Texting on his iphone six
Then want to get mad like the fault ain't his
Can't teach an old mind new tricks
When he hit the brakes in his Beamer X six
Ten to zero real quick
Looking at me like I'm an idiot
I'm like, "you're the idiot"
This my dad's whip and you're this close to hitting it
Speaking of whip, these baristas ain't gettin it
Half of my drink is straight up whipped cream
Four sixty-five, they straight up jipped me
Now this jerk ain't trying to let me
Get on the freeway, wait let me calm down
Let me check me
Am I really that spoiled, getting all upset over this
That's embarrassing
It ain't even worth it, I don't even know him
Now I have regret over this
Let me get over this
Acting like a statistic
Typical American, how can we getting in
Brand new cars with overpriced coffee
Yet we still find a way to act so salty
Sour, so salty,
I can see you want to take it out on me
I can taste the sour
And the salty
But baby please don't take it out on me
All that
Salty caramel, salty salty caramel
All that
Salty caramel, salty salty caramel
All that
Salty caramel, salty salty caramel
All that
Salty caramel, salty salty caramel
Why are you so salty, baby, baby
Why are you so salty
Why are you so salty, baby
Why are you so salty

Written by:
Brenda Kohn, Marissa Torres

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