More songs by Walker Hayes
More songs by Nic D
Description
Associated Performer: Walker Hayes feat. Nic D
Lyricist, Associated Performer, Composer: Walker Hayes
Associated Performer: Nic D
Producer, Composer, Lyricist: Jack Riley
Producer, Lyricist, Composer, Mixing Engineer: Johnny May
Lyricist, Composer: Nicolas Donovan
Mastering Engineer: Brad Blackwood
Lyrics and translation
Original
Head was shaking. Oh, you're taking it.
So am I, by your face and everything underneath it. That dress can't keep a secret.
Saw you looking, so impatient, at your phone that ain't vibrating.
I don't think you need a hero, but whoever he is, he ain't here though.
And I don't wanna waste my shot talking about some guy who don't know what he's got. So I'ma call him mayonnaise.
'Cause man, ain't something wrong with your man, babe?
If you were mine, I swear there ain't no damn way I'd be leaving that body unattended.
I'd be trying to take your breath away 'stead of taking you for granted. So I'ma call him mayonnaise.
So I'ma call him mayonnaise.
Oh, oh, baby, hey, what happened? Did I actually get you laughing? I know I ain't got a chance with you.
What I gotta do to dance with you? Way too fine to not be happy.
Call me never or call me daddy. Just don't call what's-his-name. Bro's insane.
So I'ma call him mayonnaise.
'Cause man, ain't something wrong with your man, babe?
If you were mine, I swear there ain't no damn way I'd be leaving that body unattended.
I'd be trying to take your breath away 'stead of taking you for granted. Hey, look, girl, I'm sorry.
I don't mean to come on strong like this, like coffee. That lonely smile was killing me so softly.
If you ain't sitting on a throne with him, I don't think you belong with him.
'Cause man, ain't something wrong with him?
So I'ma call him mayonnaise.
Ayy, I'm the one with the juice, one with the sauce.
You said it's complicated, well, whatever you gon' call it.
You can call me hot sauce, just a little bit symbolic. You the bomb, it's atomic, the damage is catastrophic.
I don't even know his name, I just know he's lame.
Go 'head and say it, babe, I know you feel the same.
We ain't even gotta talk, I already know your thoughts, and I think you're getting lost in the sauce. So I'ma call him mayonnaise.
'Cause man, ain't something wrong with your man, babe?
If you were mine, I swear there ain't no damn way I'd be leaving that body unattended.
I'd be trying to take your breath away 'stead of taking you for granted. So I'ma call him mayonnaise.
If you ain't sitting on a throne with him, I don't think you belong with him.
'Cause man, ain't something wrong with him?