bag of chips
If you don't get out my face
I'm gonna grab my AK
Cleaned up all your shit
Before you came back from your vaca
Didn't even thank me
When you saw me yesterday
Always shut me up like you don't care 'bout what I say
I guess it's fine
Wait no it's not
I'll change the locks
You're outta line
I'm Taco Bell
You're In-N-Out
We're indecisive
Make me roll my eyelids
You're not invited to my party I said bye bitch
You think you're the president
But honey you're irrelevant
You think that you were heaven-sent
But you're just a stale bag of chips
Stale bag of
Caught you in the kitchen
You were eating all my cake
That my mommy made me
On my mother fucking birthday
Why you gonna blame me
It's your fault you can't lose weight
All the evidence is on your face
I guess it's fine
Wait no it's not
I'll change the locks
You're outta line
I'm Taco Bell
You're In-N-Out
We're indecisive
Make me roll my eyelids
You're not invited to my party I said bye bitch
You think you're the president
But honey you're irrelevant
You think that you were heaven-sent
But you're just a stale bag of chips
Stale bag of
Stale bag of
'Cause you're just a stale bag of chips
Stale bag of chips
I'm gonna grab my AK
Cleaned up all your shit
Before you came back from your vaca
Didn't even thank me
When you saw me yesterday
Always shut me up like you don't care 'bout what I say
I guess it's fine
Wait no it's not
I'll change the locks
You're outta line
I'm Taco Bell
You're In-N-Out
We're indecisive
Make me roll my eyelids
You're not invited to my party I said bye bitch
You think you're the president
But honey you're irrelevant
You think that you were heaven-sent
But you're just a stale bag of chips
Stale bag of
Caught you in the kitchen
You were eating all my cake
That my mommy made me
On my mother fucking birthday
Why you gonna blame me
It's your fault you can't lose weight
All the evidence is on your face
I guess it's fine
Wait no it's not
I'll change the locks
You're outta line
I'm Taco Bell
You're In-N-Out
We're indecisive
Make me roll my eyelids
You're not invited to my party I said bye bitch
You think you're the president
But honey you're irrelevant
You think that you were heaven-sent
But you're just a stale bag of chips
Stale bag of
Stale bag of
'Cause you're just a stale bag of chips
Stale bag of chips
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Writer(s): Pierre Francois Blondeau, Jades Goudreault
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