Lyrics:
Bags
O
H
O
H
O
H
Ho
Look
I might've fucked up this bitch
And her feelings
But I never fucked up a pack
You place a order
Short me a quarter
Please
Bags
O
H
O
H
O
H
Ho
Look
I might've fucked up this bitch
And her feelings
But I never fucked up a pack
You place a order
Short me a quarter
Please
we come together
That's when we can take flight
To the light
That is just who we are
We often come up short
In order to make it far
To the light
That
Just relax you cannot hold so much
The luck is hard to catch
I do it from the scratch
I'm digging gold
Life is short, I order you
Another life
Life is
bloodstained clothes
She was a short order pastry chef
In a Dim Sum dive on the Yangtze tideway
She had shiny hair
She was the daughter of an engineer
Yes something to brag about in you
I'm a short order cook at an all night cafe
Down on 18th Avenue and 12th Street
I wear a swinging mini dress
a short order cook
Slinging burgers and fries till the dawn
There's a jukebox in the corner playing loud
Funky bass lines
The counter man he sings his
flippin Hollywood Squares
In search of the Mecca many travel in pairs
Walked the slave ship, ??the side of ningamora??
To support a short order when I
of town
Used to go for the best veggie burgers around
That was until I met this brown guaranteed to astound
Short order chef eyes deeper than sound
She
the bulk of it goes
A lot of self-doubt where the confidence grows
And look I see it shows
Now in short order
Feelings understated no one in my corner
you wanna call it, I'm fine
But rhyme wise I got a short order of mine. Dukes, dee, whiley, ghetto these have got new flows all the time.
Testing
(D. Hickey)
He was a short order cook, and not too much to look at
And he traded in his foot, for a medal in the war
He loved a girl named Lila, in
Don't you see
Feds thirst don't have a court order
Tap so dirty like it's flint water
They heard we cooking shit up like we short order
They intruding in
abortions
Pro-life, can't hide my thoughts like sunlight in the Porsche
Top-dropped, I copped hot, paid with money I made in short order
I'm no author, but
used to live in the lot
Sleepin' with the weeds
Now this debuty in the front
Looking at me
I'm a short order cook
Bringing heat to the kitchen
with a pinch of salt
And she'll give you no quarter
She's the queen of the short order
And you're a one-armed bandit
Gambling on a crash
Wearing a pair
Never be short
Once you order it
Bitch I'm a star
That's a general order
Once I give the order
Consider it done
Skrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt
centuries elapse
Welcome to this garden
I exist just as meat
We grow legs and short orders
And backwards running feet
We grow eyelids and follicles
And tall
the point of looking rich
I want true wealth
Mind, body, spirit and bank account
In good health
In short order, let's become
Check hoarders
By dismantling
the short-order magician
In Ma Kelly's Kitchen
Well the beer it was cold and the hot dogs was prime
They got to talking and laughing and lost track of time
Soon
are moving funny
Love me no get am honey
Dj on repeat pls rewind if for me
Life too short
Order more shots
Bartender please henny with no chaser
(Henny
handsy
With somebody else's girl, this big biker dude named Earl
Anyone in their right mind would fear
But this fool's chest got puffed up
And in short
on the ground
She's a saying her last three words It's better now
She said redeeming me ain't no short order
I'll be the bricks you be the mortar
Pistol in
both the world in due time
Its not a short order
My mind is always on grind to make the time shorter
Style like a good wine cabernet franc
Wrist on some
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