Morning Routine - David Gonzalez

Hey, girl You lookin' good I hope this doesn't come off as uh, too inappropriate, but (Ha) You got that yummy yum You're a ooey gooey yummy yummy tasty little snack I'ma hit it from the back, hit it from the back, babe You're a chewy chunky gummy wummy tasty little treat Put this record on repeat Listen while you sleep, baby Baby, you're a princess Ooh, you look delicious Make me wanna chef's kiss (Mwah, mwah, mwah) (Yummy) Body like a dead fish Face like scrambled eggs, bitch That's a balanced breakfast (Yeah, yeah) (Wah!) I know just what you wanna hear (wanna hear) You're lookin like lasagna, and you know you make me wanna ooh Make all your problems disappear (disappear) You look like ravioli and I got the formuoli, babe You're a ooey gooey yummy yummy tasty little snack I'ma hit it from the back, hit it from the back, babe You're a chewy chunky gummy wummy tasty little treat Put this record on repeat Listen while you sleep, baby (Wah!) Damn, you lookin' sweet, babe (sweet, babe) Good enough to eat, babe (eat babies) So I'ma eat your feet babe Eat your feet, and for dessert I'ma eat your shirt (eat your fuckin' shirt) Hey, you know what would be kinda fun? (What?) Let's all game the billboard charts To make this #1 (That'd be really fun!) Why won't the paparazzi leave me be? (Come on!) Please just treat me like a person I'm not a piece of meat You're a ooey gooey yummy yummy tasty little snack I'ma hit it from the back, hit it from the back, babe You're a chewy chunky gummy wummy tasty little treat Put this record on repeat Listen while you sleep (Dinner's served) You're a scrumptious little spicy hot tamale in my mouth Way too spicy, spicy, ouch Had to spit it out, babe You're a crazy fuckin' horse that's on the run from the police Crazy horse don't hurt me, please Beggin' on my knees, baby (Crazy horse don't hurt me, please) What law did this horse break?

Cada quien tiene su vida yo estoy firme con mi ser Se muy bien de donde vengo y a donde voy ir a caer Traigo escuela de un buen padre que orgullo ser el hijo de el Si se atora la carreta no ay quien te ayude a empujar Pocos pero de confianza los que cuentan con mi amistad No me gustan las traiciones porque yo no se perdonar No porque sea buena gente crean que mucho me confío No apunto cuentas en hielo Se derrite y queda en el olvido Ya me canse de corrientes y de mal agradecidos No es de hombres andar mitoteando yo ando en lo mío trabajando En el casino o en el taste Billetes me ben apostando Y para desestresarme En un canam voy ruletiando La vida da golpes fuertes pero yo sigo en mi camino Del suelo me eh levantado de lobo voy creando el colmillo Un san judas en el pecho tatuado lo llevo con migo Yo no dependo de nadie Pero se que con mis padres cuento Mis hijos so mi mayor tesoro Y Cuando me enfiesto yo me enfiesto Junior es mi primer nombre y los cadenas van creciendo