Dancing on the edge of audacity, this brazen track from country star turned risqué diva blends culinary metaphors with a raunchy rhythm. It's a table where breakfast is an unapologetic negotiation, the currency as virtual as the barriers being broken. The taste lingers, challenging and unabashed, a new flavor of rebellion served up by Jalopy Music's own Brian Edwards. Dig in if you dare.
Lyrics
You wanna sing that old thing
That ain't nothing but a school yard jam
I will serve you breakfast but you don't get to touch
I'll pick up the bill cuz my honey costs too much
You don't need a waitress to serve it to you hot
I'll be your next dish, yeah, lick it off the top
My cum tastes like butter, my lips look like jam
If you want my biscuit, kneel down and say yes ma'am
If you suck my toes, if you suck my toes
If you suck my toes, you pay with crypto