Lyrics:
waitin' for the hook No one ever casts Irons, undercooked All the days that I felt slept on Quickly turned to mutual friends Does it hurt Yeah, I won't
I been used abused overlooked and undercooked Since I laid eyes on you I tried hard played every card but found you in the yard With my best friend
it's undercooked This a one take, I don't need a hook Just let me run you through this page, you won't need a book... We living life in phases why we
Underwhelmed and overrated Undercooked you're overinflated Sunburned looks But the summer's past Salt your wounds Coz this won't last yeah Yeah,
the undercooked Yes i've been overlooked by the undercooked No beef like frys just lines in store in case I gotta go ham like soldiers at war It's a motherfucking
Australia no undercooked risotto piss blanded out for a Spotify list but you are telling me you would rather have the fast food quickly delivered at your
Over a foot-large, undercooked, raw, taking a dick And after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child All my momma gots to do now is collect
I like you... I think that you're pretty good But I think that you think, that I... Well... that I'm a bit undercooked. I'm lazy, I play silly
Sell sell sell Undercooked Overdone Mass adulation not so funny Poisoned honey Pseudo science Silly money You're my honey
within I feel unsafe, like an undercooked thing Thing that is all sauce and gin Take me up, take me up, take me up! Come on in. I've got a miniature
a salted water Fed your heels into the grooves I was still undercooked and you Could hardly feed yourself Was it the cutlery Or your first look at me
(Often we will overlook the things that make it undercooked) We can make it hard Or we can take the world apart Or you'd never be that sure
be long I'm looking for the perfect food Not undercooked or stewed A tasty little mood I want to sing for you I'm looking for the perfect you
They know that one day, I'll drop a real hit They know I'm raw as fuck, bitch, I'm undercooked But if you come close to me, call me Captain Hook Ask all
an undercooked chicken Listen up and I’ll only say it one more time Lively lovely bunch of people Shut your mouth zip it tight Loving all my friends Loving
half baked or maybe undercooked Fuck what you assume, my birth would be the fucking proof It took my mother sixteen to push me out the oven, truth Now
bout me: A castaway getting mauled by undercooked meat Alas that's the way my life will repeat Alas that's the way my life will repeat Alas that's
beef I give it to you undercooked Niggas throwing all them shots they look like Russell Westbrook Can't come in the game if you in foul trouble Ain't
suit Move through New York City like a sleuth Silly sickly niggas catching salmanela Cause our beefs undercooked Can’t wait to expand Where the fans
to think I was underated underbooked overlooked Surrounded wit competition who sounds was undercooked Til my god complex faulty foundation was shook Feelin
but I reject! Massimo, it sounds like a plan Play that shit! Mass beats, the best! The therapist All this violence disgusts me like an undercooked meal
the glass box tell me nothing good Trapped inside these 4 walls if I don't break them someone should Half baked rhymes coming out the oven undercooked Half
that's the Sun, D Book Slinging flows like Mahomes that's a no look These Instrumentals never gettin undercooked Cheffin on the beats Rubbing sticks
studied the game picked a lane just to sit up in New nickname is undercooked chicken Because I'm the and I'm making 'em sick again Found a way in the game
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