Applesauce

I like Waka Flocka
 I like Dragon Ball
 I like King Krule
 And I like applesauce
 I like a lot of things
 And I think I'm pretty cool
 But nothing's cooler than just being you
 Yeah-yeah
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 As I talk to myself in my room, I can't help but to smile babe
 'Cause I finally feel like myself, I ain't felt that in a while babe
 I don't know who she is
 Where she from, all I know is that she fine babe
 And I think I'm in love with
 Someone, that I've made up in my mind babe
 Oh-yeah
 She's a bad mama jama
 Straight up out of Indiana
 Got that perfect little twang when she talk
 And her attitude's Atlanta
 Girl is driving me bananas
 Got that perfect little swang when she walk
 That girl is mighty fine, I wish that I could make her mine
 I'll be waking up soon, I'm always running out of time
 That girl that's in my dreams
 How perfect could she be
 And what are the odds that she would fall in love with me
 Oh-yeah
 Oh she's sweet as applesauce
 Yeah she sweet as sugar cane
 And I don't even know her name
 Really only ever been an inconvenience (to who)
 Spent a whole lotta time feeling decent (poor you)
 Hard times happen for a reason (they do)
 Someone wake me up, swear I'm dreaming (it's true)
 Grass stains on her blue jeans (grass stains)
 White stripes on a table in a movie
 Uma dancin', forty-five moving full speed
 Too good to be true, coulda fooled me
 And as I️ pass through the door frame
 See you there, curly hair, girl I'm so amazed
 So assured, that the feeling goes both ways
 Could be wrong, and then we could go our own way
 And I️ can't help but to see her
 Little dress, all the girls want to be her
 Lookin' fine as I️ watch from the bleachers
 All I know is
 She's a bad mama jama
 Straight up out of Indiana
 Got that perfect little twang when she talk
 And her attitude's Atlanta
 Girl is driving me bananas
 Got that perfect little swang when she walk
 That girl is mighty fine, I wish that I could make her mine
 I'll be waking up soon, I'm always running out of time
 That girl that's in my dreams
 How perfect could she be
 And what are the odds that she would fall in love with me
 Oh yeah (yeah)
 Yeah, oh she's sweet, yeah she's so sweet, yes she is
 Oh yeah
 Oh she's sweet like applesauce, oh yeah