"CANDY SALAD" is a song by Doja Cat. It was uploaded to her SoundCloud account on September 22, 2015; however, it was later taken down.
Lyrics[]
[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh
[Verse 1]
Yeah, every night, my dreams seem realer than before
Appealing to the realest n*ggas' really what I'm for
Achille's heel is on, I'm killin' feelin's in the floors
Through the roof, they test the ceilin', screamin', "Keep us off the floor" (Uh)
Keep us out your mouth (Uh), keep us on the boards
So everytime you speedin' the freeway then you pause
Take a couple seconds to realize and record
Freedom is just a choice (Yeah, yeah), freedom is just a choice
And uh, yuh, we leanin' with Martinelli's
I feel like Emily, got these demons inside my belly (Yah)
I feel my melody, it's nothin' that you could conjure
Is it the marijuana or is it 'cause I'm an author? and
Slayer, the game playa, take fame or the fame takes ya
So if you know the motto, then bottle up all your haters
And follow up on your paper, follow us to the nature
Then jungle is all around you but lions no longer chase ya
[Interlude]
Life's a drag wit' no tuck
Mmh-mmh-mmh
Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh
Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh
Lala-da-da-dada, ah-lala-da-da-dada
Lala-da-da-dada, ah-lala-da-da-dada
La-la-la-ah, Lala-da-da-da-da
Ah-lala-da-da-dada, ah-lala-da-da-dada (Yuh)
[Verse 2]
Life's a drag with no trunk
We grind with no trucks, we're gold with no luck
We see 'em gettin' high and don't give no fucks
Cause all my hoes gold, and digits and toes done, aye
Sick of yo' old stuff and n*ggas is cold cut
They always goin' ham in the venue and roll blunts like
Show 'em they fall off and n*ggas keep throwin' fuss like
'Cause you tough in the time that it all took, uh
That I realize that inside they all shook
Some say I am spineless, I don't own books
And I am just the author, author to the crooks, I'm
Further that I should be, obviously true
All the pussy that I've been on should make me ill
Coughin' out the bills and parkin' in the hills
My mindset's kinda awkward, pro'ly 'cause of pills, um
Can't spell 'delivery' without 'devil'
Sometimes you gotta hit rock bottom to reach my level
Sometimes you gotta get past all of them and test 'em
I wish I could see through all thems preceptions
Winter is a bitch and it's meltin' off my septum
See, me and my n*ggas don't regret nun', nah-ah
This ain't fo' yo' kids, so, mama, viewer discretion
Ha, I warned ya (Is it warm? Is it cold)
[Outro]
I warned ya, I warned ya
I warned y'all n*ggas, um
Lala-da-da-dada
Ah-lala-da-da-dada, lala-da-da-da
Lala-da-dada-da
Mmm-mhm
La-la-dada-da, ah-la-la-dada-da
Ah-la-la-dada-da
Mmm, no, no-oh
Eh-um, eh-um
Eh-um, eh-um
Ayy-yeah-um, ayy-yeah-um
Ayy-yeah-um, ayy, yeah-um
Um-um, um-um
Um-um, um-um, alright
Trivia[]
- The song is a throwback/throwaway track that Doja really liked.
- It was performed a known one time at the ASPB Winter SOULstice in February 2016, however no footage exists.
- This song was released the same day as "Don't Die Yet".