"Banana Bag" lyrics
Hi Geordie
Go stupid in the tank top
Hard-headed with the soft spot
Big fangs sticking out your fat lip
Flick 'em off, cut a vein with your fingertip
Bong rip, a lazy-eyed killer
A mitsuwa, a mama, a concrete pillar
Took one look and I fell in love
Prayin' that the weekend goes quick because
Monday
Baby, got a bellyache
In some tie dye sweatpants
Must be all that cake
Bubblegum tongue on a puff bar
Got legs like an all-state trackstar
Tuesday
We be ticking and tocking
In my b-boy bucket hat that she be rocking
On a Wednesday
Kitty scratching my face
French kissing on her coochie 'cause I'm loving the taste
On a Thursday
Smoke a Marlboro light
Then her body start to twitch on Friday night
Saturday and Sunday, she's on the mend
But come Monday, we be at it again
Bank robbing, thrift shopping
Four girls, slow walking
Pigtail whipping the breeze
Soy milk latte with the hazel please
She tripping up in big bear
Deep breath smelling on her long hair
You spin around and you say like what?
Oh baby like you, that's what's up
Damn
Baby I'm on your team
Anybody messing with you
They fucking with me
Nod and the place go green
Or I'll burn the whole world with an ocean of kerosene
C-c-creep
Baby got deep
Skin like the alloy steel of a submarine
Soft like shears off a sheep
And she heatstroke hot when she put her hands on me
Like denim, baby, electric blue
Carolina sapphire azula you
So clean, mean, cerulean
Like turquoise, teal, aquamarine
She got the peacock indigo ocean stone
In the midnight blue powder throne
With the late-night Lapiz Egyptian crew
In the queen bee sea foam Dodger hue
Seventy percent of the world is blue
The rest is for me and you
Monday
Baby, got a bellyache
In some tie dye sweatpants
Must be all that cake
Bubblegum tongue on a puff bar
Got legs like an all-state trackstar
Tuesday
We be ticking and tocking
In my b-boy bucket hat that she be rocking
On a Wednesday
Kitty scratching my face
French kissing on her coochie 'cause I'm loving the taste
On a Thursday
Smoke a Marlboro light
Then her body start to twitch on Friday night
Saturday and Sunday, she's on the mend
But come Monday, we be at it again
Go stupid in the tank top
Hard-headed with the soft spot
Big fangs sticking out your fat lip
Flick 'em off, cut a vein with your fingertip
Bong rip, a lazy-eyed killer
A mitsuwa, a mama, a concrete pillar
Took one look and I fell in love
Prayin' that the weekend goes quick because
Monday
Baby, got a bellyache
In some tie dye sweatpants
Must be all that cake
Bubblegum tongue on a puff bar
Got legs like an all-state trackstar
Tuesday
We be ticking and tocking
In my b-boy bucket hat that she be rocking
On a Wednesday
Kitty scratching my face
French kissing on her coochie 'cause I'm loving the taste
On a Thursday
Smoke a Marlboro light
Then her body start to twitch on Friday night
Saturday and Sunday, she's on the mend
But come Monday, we be at it again
Bank robbing, thrift shopping
Four girls, slow walking
Pigtail whipping the breeze
Soy milk latte with the hazel please
She tripping up in big bear
Deep breath smelling on her long hair
You spin around and you say like what?
Oh baby like you, that's what's up
Damn
Baby I'm on your team
Anybody messing with you
They fucking with me
Nod and the place go green
Or I'll burn the whole world with an ocean of kerosene
C-c-creep
Baby got deep
Skin like the alloy steel of a submarine
Soft like shears off a sheep
And she heatstroke hot when she put her hands on me
Like denim, baby, electric blue
Carolina sapphire azula you
So clean, mean, cerulean
Like turquoise, teal, aquamarine
She got the peacock indigo ocean stone
In the midnight blue powder throne
With the late-night Lapiz Egyptian crew
In the queen bee sea foam Dodger hue
Seventy percent of the world is blue
The rest is for me and you
Monday
Baby, got a bellyache
In some tie dye sweatpants
Must be all that cake
Bubblegum tongue on a puff bar
Got legs like an all-state trackstar
Tuesday
We be ticking and tocking
In my b-boy bucket hat that she be rocking
On a Wednesday
Kitty scratching my face
French kissing on her coochie 'cause I'm loving the taste
On a Thursday
Smoke a Marlboro light
Then her body start to twitch on Friday night
Saturday and Sunday, she's on the mend
But come Monday, we be at it again
Thanks to Cypress, stomparella, MasterRayne, MooMoo, Zaddy for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): George D. Kieffer Iii, Mitchell Toler
