Popeyes

Maybe I need some rehab,
Or maybe just need to diet
I've got a sick obsession,
I'm eating it in my dreams

I'm looking down every drive-thru,
I'm mapping those last locations
I'm staying up all night famished,
Hit my pannus against my ball

What you've got Pops is hard to find
Think about it all the time
I'm all strung up my chicken is fried
I just cant get you off my mind

Because your leg, your thigh, your wing, is my drug

Won't listen to any advice, mama's telling me I should lick twice
But left to my own devices I'm addicted its a crisis!

My friends think I've gone crazy, my pouch is getting kinda hungry
My weight is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a chicken crackhead

What you've got Pops is hard to find
Think about it all the time
I'm all strung up my chicken is fried
I just cant get you off my mind

Because your leg, your thigh, your wing, is my drug
Your legs, your thighs, your wings

I don't care what people say
The crispy skin is worth the price I pay
I get so plump when you're inside me
But crash and crave you when you are away

So I got a question
Do you want to have a Popeyes party in my basement?
Do I make your pouch eat like 808 drumsticks?
Is my chicken, your drug?

Because your leg, your thigh, your wing, is my drug
Your legs, your thighs, your wings
I said your leg, your thigh, your wing, is my drug
Your legs, your thighs, your wings

Heyyy, heyyy, sooo, your legs, your thighs, your wings, is my drug

I like your breast...

And make that spicy.

Burp.

4 Stars.

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Atlanta, GA 30342

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