Sweet Tea

Why are you slowing down? Oh is there traffic? Brake lines Red lights Hold hands Grip tight Play fights Your lips still taste like McD's sweet tea Who wants to drive-thru shit without you Without we Brake lines Red lights Hold hands Grip tight Play fights Your lips still taste like McD's sweet tea Who tryna drive-thru without you Without me Sweet tea Burning rubber Smooth tread on my car tires All talk got your spark tired Butterflies in my stomach Putting out this heart fire Lovesick A couple wild things I'm in love with Just right of the subject Our song, complaining in public Humming I beat the drum quick Last bite Know your ass know to clap like It's applauding effort I come direct I'm clear, calm, and concise I'm not calm on the mics Yeah Brake lines Red lights Hold hands Grip tight Play fights Your lips still taste like McD's sweet tea Who wants to drive-thru shit without you Without we Brake lines Red lights Hold hands Grip tight Play fights Your lips still taste like McD's sweet tea Who tryna drive-thru without you Without me Dollar menu Filling up the tank, packing venues You'll be the one I thank boo No cheap cards and perfume I heard you I know your stomach hurts too (my stomach hurts) Let's get you fixed up With all the fixings It's so around the corner I know the distance What makes the difference Tell me all the little things I know that you really like the chicken with the saucy wings And you in your bossy phase Backseat driving No one else I'm eyeing Give me all your mileage And when I get you home I'll put your ass on the island Wylin' Brake lines Red lights Hold hands Grip tight Play fights Your lips still taste like McD's sweet tea Who wants to drive-thru shit without you Without we Brake lines Red lights Hold hands Grip tight Play fights Your lips still taste like McD's sweet tea Who tryna drive-thru without you Without me Sweet tea Tryna drive-thru Drive-thru Sweet tea