Verse 1
A tank top and a mini skirt
She ain’t provocative, she’s a mini flirt
Ha, But I’ll be damned if I ain’t drawn
Call me ESPN, I put the game on
Forgive me if I get your name wrong
But it’s a whole lot of ya’ll that got my brain gone
And so I try not to look
But I’m a hungry fish and there’s a whole lot of hooks like damn

Hook x2
And I don’t know where I’m at
Cause my mind tangled up in these Tank Top straps
Like that
Baby, wont you come right back
But my mind tangled up in these tank top straps
Like that

Verse 2
The other day, I met this girl
And slick talked her till I met her world
And then I met her older sister
But her older sister look better than her young sister
And so I try to get the older sister
Yea, it’s wrong but I could not resist her
So the younger sister got real, real mad
And called the older sister names that’s real, real bad
So the older sister’s like I don’t like your sleek tone
And punched the younger sister right up in the check bone
I keep doing wrong, I need to do right
But then I’m thinking, they got a cousin right?

Hook x2

Verse 3
Another day and, and how you doing ma’am?
My name’s Apollo and (eh, I got a man)
Damn cause she got a man
And I respect that there, but she got a tan
And she got the right curves
And a beautiful face if I could say the right words
Forget that man she got a man
But we could play on one field, with a lot of land
Cause she say she like back rubs
And I could give her back rubs in the bath tub
But she say back up, no funny business
And I’m like “I promise, no funny business”
And so we just chilled
But I don’t think she knew just how she made me feel
So I got slick, and then it got sunny
And before we knew it, it got funny like damn

Hook x2

Verse 4
I’m at party on the roof, Las Vegas the bomb
Performing at the Palms, now she in my palm
Like, “I like your song, can I ride in your whip?
Around the strip and you wanna see me strip”
And so the tank top dips
And her skirt just sits like right below her hips
And she sitting in my lab, I’m rubbing on her hipbone
Forget soul food can I put my lip on?
But all of that is gone
Cause I’m trying to do right and all of that is wrong
But I’m at a party, and she’s sippin’ on a fifth
So I get slick like your friend wanna kiss
And she just giggled like maybe
But we found a lady and then it got crazy
In somebody hot tub, somebody beach house
Somebody dad is about to cuss me out
They making out at the outro
I just need somebody couch yo
Some tank tops and some gauchos
My sanity like I’m out yo

Hook x2

Outro
Yea I know I hear it, he’s back to his misogynist antics
And I need to get my mind untangled (but my mind tangled up in these tank top straps)
Cause its bigger and better things in the world
Then to be caught up in all these lustful things
I need to find a good girl, one girl
And we can eat a whole lot of soul food