you can be the binder to my messy folder
you can be the hand rested on my shoulder
you can be the gang member and I’ll be your handgun
you can be the punchline and I’ll be the lame pun
you can be the shoes and I’ll be the dance floor
you can be the dubstep I can’t take anymore.
cuz you’re the sugar to my cake
you’re the salt to my ocean
you’re the colors to my paint
and you’re the money to my fortune
you can be the song and I’ll be the lyrics
you can be the coke and I’ll be your quick fix