Confusion, sipping froth I watch her
On a walky-talky, talking sloshy in my tent
There's a man.. drug entranced by her lie like list
Not acting cocky, just came to get some nut in a latte
Judge me in pretense and tempt me with the crunch of your kiss
In my tiny little world, caught up in the motion
Trying to find the sauce, shake it by the ocean
Gotta take it slow, try and find my posse
But nothing's making sense, so I shake and make it sassy
It's not enough in my eyes nightfall so I follow her light
Stop motion stroll, swirl up benny's boomerang
Climbing in a basement
I'm shaking and falling through the dark and spin out
Dive over shoulders
Harlem shake dance on the barstool and I feel a yank
Ballerina belloting on the bar and falling back out
In my tiny little world, caught up in the motion
Trying to find the sauce, shake it by the ocean
Gotta take it slow, try and find my posse
But nothing's making sense, so I shake and make it sassy
Ride that little bitty train that could (x3)
Drown in sleep
The morning comes crawling concrete, while I'm up in my car
The two notes crossed a little wrong
Ain't took a tame
Phone's ringing and ringing
Running and my eyes, they're hunting me down
Got two house closings at the same time at two parts of the city
Gotta put you on hold while I put my secret other life down
In my tiny little world, caught up in the motion
Trying to find the sauce, shake it by the ocean
Gotta take it slow, try and find my posse
But nothing's making sense, so I shake and make it sassy
compositores: Mike Gordon,Scott Murawski
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