Get Right (Get Wet)

Spring was never waiting for us, dear

It ran one step ahead

As we followed in the dance

Between the parted pages we would rest

In love's hot, fevered iron

Like a striped pair of pants

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark

All the sweet, green icing flowing down

Someone left my cake out in the rain

I don't think that I can take it

Cause it took so long to bake it

And I'll never have that recipe again

Oh no

Pockets stay on swole, peep the motherfucking cash flow

Niggas pay my loans just to finger fuck my asshole

Keep it cool with cunts, rocking boots with the tassels

Fucking with some nigga who dick longer than Castro's

Say he like my songs and he really tryna fuck with me

Charge that nigga double if he think he finna fuck for free

Cakey on some other shit, fuck your baby mother shit

And I spit that shit to make a homophobe a hypocrite

Get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right

Get right, get right, get right, get right

"Whoa whoa okay okay whoa Holiday wait hold on hold on Holiday!

You can't give it to them dry like that, you gotta get that shit wet first nigga

Like come on now, you gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you)

They can't just get that shit right off the top

Like you gotta bring that shit back. Bring that shit the fuck back (let's go!)"

Get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right (hol' up)

Get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right (hol' up)

Fuck you, pay me, I was bred up on that bougie shit

Nigga got it twisted, straight confuse me with a simple bitch

Rum and lobster when I'm laid out with a top shutter

He let me wine all on his face and take the cocky proper

He said he love me then he fuck me like he don't care

It's no fair, shit sweat the perm out my baby hair

Ah, Ah - Ooh - Ah - Ooh

Ah, Ah - Ooh - Ah - Ooh

Uhhhh (let's get this party started!)