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SALT UP lyrics
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Verse 1
Four seventeen on a Friday, key turn in the door Threw the keys on the counter, dropped the bag on the floor Sun through the kitchen window, gold like a disco light Bag cracked open on the table, everything alright Passed it to my best friend, salt up on her thumb We don't need a reason, just a reason to come
Pre-chorus
One, two, three, the kitchen turned up Phone up on the speaker, nobody hung up Hand in the bag, hand in the bag again I said I'd just have one
Chorus 1
Lay's Potato Chips, light it up Pass the bag around, pour it in the cup Said I'd just have one, ate the whole bag laughing Friday got a flavor and the flavor keep on smashing Lay's Potato Chips, taste the gold Salt up on my fingers, smile I cannot hold One crunch and the whole room sold
Post-chorus
crunch crunch yeah, crunch crunch yeah pass it, pop it, pass it back Friday got a flavor and the flavor keep on crashing
Verse 2
Cousin pulled up with a six-pack of sparkling water Auntie hit the doorbell at 5:02, no warning Dog ran the rug, kids ran straight down the hall Twelve people in a kitchen made for four, that is all Bag number two on the table, who is counting Whole neighborhood smelling like the snack stack mounting Speaker on the counter playing every song we know Somebody's grandma dancing, somebody yelling go Crumbs on the cutting board, salt on every napkin Nobody asked permission and the whole night just happened
Pre-chorus
One, two, three, the kitchen turned up Music in the windows, nobody hung up Hand in the bag, hand in the bag again I said I'd just have one
Chorus 2
Lay's Potato Chips, light it up Pass the bag around, pour it in the cup Said I'd just have one, ate the whole bag laughing Friday got a flavor and the flavor keep on smashing Lay's Potato Chips, taste the gold Salt up on my fingers, smile I cannot hold One crunch and the whole room sold
Bridge
stripped, kick and clap, vocal forward Nobody planned this, nobody scheduled in Just a bag, just a kitchen, just a perfect kind of spin The whole block tasted like a Friday in July Bag right in the middle and the music turning high Found a flavor on a Tuesday that we needed on a Friday Found a Friday in a bag that we never knew was waiting Said I'd just have one
Chorus
Lay's Potato Chips, light it up Pass the bag around, pour it in the cup Said I'd just have one, ate the whole bag laughing Friday got a flavor and the flavor keep on smashing Lay's Potato Chips, taste the gold Salt up on my fingers, smile I cannot hold One crunch and the whole room sold One crunch and the whole room sold
Outro
crunch crunch yeah
Inside the recording
Four seventeen on a Friday, key turn in the door Threw the keys on the counter, dropped the bag on the floor
One, two, three, the kitchen turned up Phone up on the speaker, nobody hung up
crunch crunch yeah
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