Tekster:
Butter

put your chocolate in my peanut butter You put your chocolate in my peanut butter You put your chocolate in my peanut butter You put your chocolate in my peanut butter

Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter A hole in the screen door big as your fist And flies on the butter Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching cartoons

(Randy Holden) Once I had a woman She said goodbye to me Now I have a little good friend in my world A honey butter love. Good God!

i can't wait to see my mind climb and so does she, she can't wait to give me einstein but she can't call it a quicky peanut butter love, i be gone

It's not the same now We done came 'round And turned this music shit into another playground And they some babies like Huey Bars like a chewy Long as

Too much soul for the world Too much soul for the world Yeah, how my voice sound We been through everything and more, somehow still we made it merry

Can I take a picture and ask for the permission? And y'all don't really have to homie it's your decison. So nervous, showin your friends is the only

As for my single self, I had as life not be as live To be in awe of such a thing as I myself As for my own concern I had as think to think As keep on

and that was just a peanut butter sandwich) Now his scepter wand his royal gowns his regal throne and golden crowns Were brown and sticky from the mounds And drippings from each peanut butter