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paul grande - mattress lyrics

[skit]
girl:
matt! (visual is a dead guy on the mat)
where you at?

guy:
look, i-i don’t know
can we just be done now? (echoes)

[chorus]
yeah, swede smoking sweetie in my suite smoking weed
she wicked, we kid around, but i don’t play the we
my company’s composure, me closer is her closure
i’m her sh0r-, but when she waaaaves i ain’t so sure

mental, mental like a mentos in c0ke high on c0ke
teaching her what she would do with wood like i’m professor oak
i’m her toad, but she told me she the one who croak
rip it (ribbit) off, her hero: purple rain, her legs my cloak, yeah

[verse 1]
skirt upside down on my head
f-cking f-ck king, she embedded
skkrt skkrt, you sane better bolt-
charge! violent like a volt-ure
fly.zip unpackage
special-list in horticulture
c-mming of age
am not an amateur, but i am immature
ey, ey, unboxing, the crow’s proposition
crying open with my crowbar, pro on positions
piece of art, working her, moaning lisa
tilting up the tower of pisa
settled like the colonies, cold on her knees
now she calling, k!lling me with colonoscopies

[chorus]
yeah, swede smoking sweetie in my suite smoking weed
she wicked, we-we kid around, but i don’t play the we
my company’s composure, me closer is her closure
i’m her sh0r-, but when she waaaaaves i ain’t so sure

[shadowed chorus]
swede, sweetie, suite, weed
wicked, weekend, i-i don’t play the we
c-mming composure, closer, her closure
i’m-i’m-i’m her sh0r-, but when she waves i ain’t so sure, yeah

[verse 2]
she f-cked up the f-cking
she suck at the sucking
another take, take a second
maybe i should go in for seconds? bang bang
nuisance, roped, we used to be loose, just hang
yuck, duck duck this ruse, dating’s a noose, no new news, bang…
shoot… “i am not throwing away my shot,”
hammed a ton, she chugging my lance a lot
yeah, robes off, she shake my spear
but i wanna head off like robespierre
one knight stands, but with her i can’t stand it
reverse arthur, don’t understand, you were the sh-t, now you sh-t
aminé said it, gory movie like quentin
stabbing like this san quentin
i’m the orlando to her bloom
but don’t loom, she the motha f-cking doom, my tomb
pl-plenty of fish in the sea but no wait on my rod
sick of an amusing muse, now music, how odd
she an audi with her audio but i oughta have an audience
psychic sidekick, innocence in a sense, past it, can’t she be intense?
naked teen my nicotine in the nick of time
hype woman hire me to hike her hymen but it’s overtime
it’s over this time
this meaty chicken wrapping about salami and poultry
panna express, now that we grinding, imma slam her with poetry

mental like a mentos in c0ke high on c0ke
teaching her what she would do with wood like i’m professor oak
i’m her toad, but she told me she the one who croak
rip it (ribbit) off, her hero: purple rain, her legs my cloak, yeah

[verse 3]
we met at the bar again
she bargaining
i don’t wanna barge in
but she on the versus, verge of a win
verse on a reverse virgin
but it’s her perfect version
cash it in and all
casualty of the casual
i was her first
she got a thirst
hot, now it’s stale
a toast to this cautionary tale
board where’s my key?
do i hit escape? will my hammer get loki?
tired of her tabs, do i hit sp-ce?
do i shift back to my place?
option, no control?
do i return or… god f-cking d-mn it do i scroll?

[sick outro]

- paul grande lyrics

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