Текст Ella Mai – Sauce

We ain’t even been talking for a minute yet
And now I already got you elevated
You don’t know if I’m a sin or a sinner yet
But you already singing hella praises

Even though, I’m good without you, I’m fucking with you regardless
And if that’s gon’ hurt you, least you can say is I’m honest
Good things don’t always get to you the way that you want it
I’m good without you but I’m fucking with you regardless

So tell me if it gets too much
Tell me if you bit too much
Boy, act right ’cause it’s cool if
There’s too much sauce in the food for you
Sorry that you can’t keep up
You’re looking like you bit too much
Boy, act right ’cause it’s cool if
There’s too much sauce in the food for you
Too much sauce
I got too much sauce, sauce

Known I still pull up when you need it
I gotta know you can deal with it (stop)
Readin’ through the lines, boy, you’re showin’ (stop)
Playin’ with your mind, ’bout to blow it
It takes a strong man, strong shoulders
You gotta level up if you want this (stop)

Even though, I’m good without you, I’m fucking with you regardless
And if that’s gon’ hurt you, least you can say is I’m honest
Good things don’t always get to you the way that you want it
I’m good without you but I’m fucking with you regardless

So tell me if it gets too much
Tell me if you bit too much
Boy, act right ’cause it’s cool if
There’s too much sauce in the food for you (too. much)
Sorry that you can’t keep up
You’re looking like you bit too much
Boy, act right ’cause it’s cool if
There’s too much sauce in the food for you
Too much sauce

Know what to do with it
You don’t know what to do with it
I got too much sauce, sauce
Know what to do with it
You don’t know what to do with it
Can’t hand, can’t hang with a boss
Know what to do with it
You don’t know what to do with it
I got too much sauce, sauce
Know what to do with it
You don’t know what to do with it
I got too much sauce, sauce
(Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right)
I got too much sauce, sauce
(Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right)
Can’t hand, can’t hang with a boss
(Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right)
I got too much sauce, sauce
(Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right)

L
Lust
Four letters like love but less precious
More like electric veins running fast than frenzy my heart, make me crave and act reckless
So infectious