Lyrics:
riled up
Sitting at the tables where a kid got his smiles up
Staring down a bagel where-
(Yo look at this child bruh
Momma still making his lunches bro
Your mommas homemade lunches
Mmm
Ay
Drop a bomb gonna explode
Couch rappers takin high roads
Beats goin hard
Couch Rappers goin far
Faster than a car
situation they call me Jared Goff
Back In 1st grade I eat my lunches with the Campbell
The hard knocks just wanna Mic me up I feel like Daniel
Sour Grapes
trash and I'm garbage I know who I am now I'm with Kanye lunching
Usta be with the lil kids eating my pasta for my lunches
Y'all can't deny Im one with
exhausted, I'm lost in the sauce and I'm tossed up for judgment
All of these awfully, thoughtfully thoughts left me chasing white rabbits for lunches
So red
class
Just sharing lunches, switching jackets
Like what best friends would do
One day on a school theatre
They wanted us to play the couple
Well, we
lunches
Hey, who's your sponsor?
What you offer?
Is he a lawyer or a doctor?
He got you locked down?
Are you knocked up?
Is it strictly transactional
monochrome
School lunches spent in the bathroom unseen
No one misses us; we're not kings and queens
The silence we hear is a daily routine
You don't realize
gonna roll with the punches?
And skipped lunches
You bring to work when you're
Almost broke in two
From the stress in view.
The gentlemen that you knew
many times I could cut it like culinary, but these bitches in love with the lunches
Just so how many times did I give you some chicken, just sit down
we eat
Just to make it to lunches
What kind of navigator works off
Soley hunches
Ryan
Seacrest
What's your
Story
Ryan
Seacrest
Brought to you
By
sick of being right
So sick of being right
So sick of being right
Again
Master of my own destiny
I get all my lunches for free
Couple sugars in my tea
to skip a couple lunches
Pills had me Sluggish always keep sum in my luggage
Truth is, music's only drug I need to function
When you busy catchin blessing
Beat slapping like Will and leave a concussion
They changing the subject
But I'm still punching like Creed 3
Punches is lunches, they up for the eating
for the judge to send you right back to your cell
Then you realize why niggas be collecting sack lunches
Trading them for commissary cause they ain't
Feel your kicks and punches
Vibing with your mother at dinner and lunches
She carries you so beautifully, my Queen
Situation of my dreams
A family, solid
lunches,
For fu*kin' with 5.
Ni**as die in the middle,
You best pick you a side.
You either with us or you ain't,
Its too late to decide.
Like a hot day in
And drug dealing
How you touch a million, my nigga
It was God willing
Execute the plan
And stack that shit to the ceiling
Shit
From Clarksdale
Free lunches
all your lunches at the hot-dog carts
The bosses take your money
And they break your hearts
And uptown you cater to a million whores
You disinfect
the price
And swallow it all but my pride
My head still aches from too much to drink
And that credit card lunches makes
It so hard to think
And this city
of armour, powder blue
You're running with the wild ones
And the boys always get up to no good
It's different when they're not around
Long lunches go down
all alone
Through the entertainment zone
Searching for sweet oblivion
Till the bitter end
Nothing comes to him who waits
No free lunches, no dinner
of carrot wheels
?? lunches and tights
Squeaking cellophane and cheap shampoo
Dingys and sensation and comfort on a cushion with the ?? wonders
Sizzling
that's what my hunch is
And someday, jade silk long gloves
Will be the power dress for corporate lunches.
They brought the bellbottoms back , we said it
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