Eat Worms
Complacent with the people y'all would call friends
Been saying maybe we should just replace him
He's wasted, he tastes it, it's all in
Chips stacked apt description is abrasive
Second place to so sick he should call in
Bendy straws just to mix it up with hating
Touch of abrupt, a dash of crass under your crawling skins
Don't forget to sprinkle in loneliness to taste
Put it on a plate, opinionated as a garnish
Eat it like a dump truck, one up all your hardships
Barge into places he ain't ever been invited
Stop hoping nothing's broken he's a bull in a China shop
If he breaks it you'll replace it, hate him, he ain't even tryna stop
I will not awaken, shake me 80 times
Unwanted rhyming made me lazy and I'm hazy from the wine
Blacking out mid rap about me blacking out all of the time
In fact it's happening now here on your couch the actions live
No need to doubt him he's a pretty honest guy
Waiting on the day we could put all the days behind
A slave Monday thru Monday
Got responsibilities but young pay
Swap job skills for the blunt
Least it means I give one fuck hold up, wait
Waiter never came to the window for his one plate
Remake, don't trip, no tip (gee thanks)
(He stanks) like some mother fucking dope shit
Been saying maybe we should just replace him
He's wasted, he tastes it, it's all in
Chips stacked apt description is abrasive
Second place to so sick he should call in
Bendy straws just to mix it up with hating
Touch of abrupt, a dash of crass under your crawling skins
Don't forget to sprinkle in loneliness to taste
Put it on a plate, opinionated as a garnish
Eat it like a dump truck, one up all your hardships
Barge into places he ain't ever been invited
Stop hoping nothing's broken he's a bull in a China shop
If he breaks it you'll replace it, hate him, he ain't even tryna stop
I will not awaken, shake me 80 times
Unwanted rhyming made me lazy and I'm hazy from the wine
Blacking out mid rap about me blacking out all of the time
In fact it's happening now here on your couch the actions live
No need to doubt him he's a pretty honest guy
Waiting on the day we could put all the days behind
A slave Monday thru Monday
Got responsibilities but young pay
Swap job skills for the blunt
Least it means I give one fuck hold up, wait
Waiter never came to the window for his one plate
Remake, don't trip, no tip (gee thanks)
(He stanks) like some mother fucking dope shit
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Writer(s): Bon Mot
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