Applesauce

Sam.Sts

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    I like Waka Flocka
    I like Dragon Ball
    I like King Krule
    And I like applesauce
    I like a lot of things
    And I think I'm pretty cool
    But nothing's cooler than just being you

    As I talk to myself in my room, I can't help but to smile babe
    Cause I finally feel like myself, I ain't felt that in a while babe
    I don't know who she is
    Where she from, all I know is that she fine babe
    And I think I'm in love with
    Someone, that I've made up in my mind babe

    She's a bad mama jama
    Straight up out of Indiana
    Got that perfect little twang when she talk
    And her attitude's Atlanta
    Girl is driving me bananas
    Got that perfect little swang when she walk
    That girl is mighty fine, I wish that I could make her mine
    I'll be waking up soon, I'm always running out of time
    That girl that's in my dreams
    How perfect could she be
    And what are the odds that she would fall in love with me
    Oh, yeah

    Oh she's sweet as applesauce
    Yeah she sweet as sugar cane
    And I don't even know her name

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    Really only ever been an inconvenience
    Spent a whole lotta time feeling decent
    Hard times happen for a reason
    Someone wake me up, swear I'm dreaming

    Grass stains on her blue jeans
    White stripes on a table in a movie
    Uma dancin, 45 moving full speed
    Too good to be true, coulda fooled me

    And as I️ pass through the door frame
    See you there, curly hair, girl I'm so amazed
    So assured, that the feeling goes both ways
    Could be wrong, and then we could go our own way

    And I️ can't help but to see her
    Little dress, all the girls want to be her
    Lookin fine as I️ watch from the bleachers
    All I know is

    She's a bad mama jama
    Straight up out of Indiana
    Got that perfect little twang when she talk
    And her attitude's Atlanta
    Girl is driving me bananas
    Got that perfect little swang when she walk
    That girl is mighty fine, I wish that I could make her mine
    I'll be waking up soon, I'm always running out of time
    That girl that's in my dreams
    How perfect could she be
    And what are the odds that she would fall in love with me
    Oh, yeah

    Yeah, oh she's sweet, yeah she's so sweet, yes she is
    Oh, yeah
    Oh she's sweet like Applesauce, oh, yeah

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