[Verse 1] I walk into CVS, it’s a sunny Cali day, Looking for some snacks, but oh, what comes my way? Behind the counter stands a guy with a name tag, "Mykal, the manager" with dummy thicc thighs He's stacking shelves with swag, got that dubstep dumpy, I saunter over smooth, yeah, those buns don't look lumpy He asks, "Can I help you?"—oh, I know what I need, But this ain't about chips; it's about sesame seeds! [Chorus] Hey, Mykal, can I have your sandwich? No-no-no, not the kind with lettuce—this one’s more lavish. I’m talking 'bout the buns, yeah, the whole damn package, Oh-oh-oh Mykal, can I have your sandwich? [Nasty Trombone Solo] [Verse 2] “Excuse me,” I say, “is that sourdough or rye?” He chuckles nervously, then catches my eye. “Mykal, don’t be shy, let’s cut to the chase, I’m here for your sandwich, not just toothpaste.” He says, “This is CVS; we don’t serve food.” I wink and reply, “Oh, you misunderstood. Your buns are gourmet, I can’t let them go, they'd end up featured on a Netflix show!!” [Chorus] Hey, Mykal, can I have your sandwich? No-no-no, not the kind with turkey—this one’s fantastic. I’m talking 'bout the buns yeah, make my heart do backflips, Oh-oh-oh Mykal, can I have your sandwich? [Disgusting Trombone Solo] [Bridge] Now the rest of the store is staring, but I don’t even care, I’m putting my heart out there, right by the skincare. He blushes and says, “Well, aren’t you bold!” I say, “Baby, I’m organic—never growing old!” [Chorus] Hey, Mykal, can I have your sandwich? No-no-no, not the kind with mayo—this love’s volcanic. I’m talking 'bout the buns yeah, make my soul feel manic, Oh-oh-oh Mykal,
