Petit Biscuit Mixed My Taste 4 It

funny how I'm in my darkest place
on the sunniest of days
when I think about all the time that gets wasted...

talkin' to my brother
making plans about the summer
he said, "I'll pin a little lesson on to you
because I'm older and I'm smarter
and my life has been much harder
brother let me pin a little knowledge on to you

he said, "religion is an actor
learn to trust your gut
and don't ever let 'em tell you what to do"
I said, "that sounds pretty nice I think I'll follow your advice
before they pin that sorry story on me, too.
I won't fall for that one twice.
I believe I'd rather roll the dice
keep on rollin' till I know just what to do."

the wind just blew my words away
I guess I'll pin my loneliness onto you
funny how I'm in my darkest place
on the sunniest of days
when I think of all the time we waste...

did she melt you with her glance
when you couldn't help but watch her dance
did she pin that warm desire onto you
did she whisper something crass as you were filling up her glass
did she pin a little smile onto you
did the smell of her perfume
hang like a target in your room
well tell me what could you expect a man would do
and did you start to love her lesser
when you started to undress her
as she pinned all of her fire onto you

was it something that I said
that turned your laughter into lead?
did I pin too much of me onto you?
or was I just too blind to see?
it wasn't love but sympathy.

but I still pinned all of my longing onto you
you were dark and bitter cold
you're eyes were fixed upon the road
when you said, "what did you expect
that I would do?"
that's all there was to say

And I give thanks to my youthful days
Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face
I pray I'll find as innocent a place
When I am 88

And I give thanks to my present day
It just got here so please don't go away
I finally see it's what I choose to make
I choose to make it into gold

And it is so wonderful
Beautiful

I give thanks to my youthful days
Of grass-stained knees and trick-or-treat face
I pray I'll find as innocent a place
When I am 88

And I am staring at the ceiling plaster
A movie screen of all my days
That came and left with grace

It's Halloween and the smell of burning
Pumpkin takes me back through all the
People I have dressed up as
To tell myself I have a pretty soul

And it is so wonderful
It is so wonderful
Beautiful

himmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I'm a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain't no telling me "no"
I'm that bitch, and he know, he know
How y'all wifing these thots? You don't get wins for that
I'm having another good year, we don't get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don't get minks for that
When I'm poppin' them bananas, we don't link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time's up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I'm in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin' like dude did LeBron's nuts

All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin', ooh

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain't got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that-a-all y'all my type

All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin', ooh

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon' swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin' low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin', she gon' swallow that
Champagne poppin', she gon' swallow that

I feel so stupid now that we are apart
You've got a boyfriend
I've got a broken heart
I'm glad you're happy
I know he plays on varsity but
Do you still miss me when everything is quiet in your room

f you could give me one more chance I swear
I'd give anything to be with you
If you could only turn my way again
Don't fall in love with someone new
Someone new

One lonely Sunday will you drop by my home
Wipe off the tears I shed since I have been alone
Lay your head on my shoulder
That's all I need to go on
Just one last moment of looking in your eyes

If you could give me one more chance I swear
I'd give anything to be with you
If you could only turn my way again
Don't fall in love with someone new
Someone new

If you could give me one more chance I swear
I'd give anything to be with you
If you could only turn my way again

If you could give me one more chance I swear
I'd give anything to be with you
If you could only turn my way again
Don't fall in love with someone new
Someone new