Apple

You got a faith that you'd really bust my apple
You got a faith that could really do the job, yeah

And I pretend that I don't know you very well
And I pretend to love you, I can't smell your smell
Smell your smell, I slick my hair with gel
'Cause I don't know you very well

You got a faith that you'd really bust my apple
You got a faith that could really do the job, yeah

And I remember when you told me: Go to hell
And I pretended and I promised not to tell
I did you well
I'm a cheap motel
But maybe I can sell the cell

You got a faith that you'd really bust my apple
You got a faith that could really do the job

But apple a day just might keep the flies away
But Adam and Eve
Couldn't wait to plant the seed
To taste the speed and feed the greed

Apple, apple, apple, apple

You are my one only apple
You are my one only apple

You got a faith
A lot of faith
I love your faith