Breakfast
Girl, I take that hate and eat that shit for breakfast
And yeah, I like my eggs with a side of mad shit
When you talk that talk, get me hype like coffee
Talk that talk, fuel up my body
Guess I got an appetite for shit that build me up inside
I eat it, eat it, eat it all up (eat it up)
And then I get stronger
Eat it, eat it, eat it all, eat it all up
And then I get stronger
Little girl with holy stockings
Looking like an easy target
Nah-nah-nah, you ain't good enough
Nah-nah-nah, you can't sit with us
Mom and Dad ain't got no money (nope)
So they thought they'd try to bully
Nah-nah-nah, you can't fuck me up
Nah-nah-nah, I just raise my cup
Bitter taste (bitter)
Life gave me the bitter, but you know I ain't a spitter
So I cleaned my plate (oh yea, yea)
And I ain't got the pity for your petty and your envy
And your sour grapes
No sir, say I'm nothing, Kosher
But the bills in my bank account beg to differ
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If you're gonna serve up tea
Set a table up for me
'Cause girl, I take that hate and eat that shit for breakfast (breakfast)
And yeah, I like my eggs with a side of mad shit
When you talk that talk, get me hype like coffee
Talk that talk, fuel up my body
Guess I got an appetite for shit that build me up inside
I eat it, eat it, eat it all up (eat it up)
And then I get stronger
Eat it, eat it, eat it all, eat it all up (oh, eat it up)
Young girl, the man is older
Said, "They mailed me like an order"
Nah-nah-nah, you ain't good enough
Nah-nah-nah, you can't sit with us
And maybe yeah, I got an accent
But I can still correct your sentences
Nah-nah-nah, you can't fuck me up (no)
Nah-nah-nah, I stick to my gut
Bitter taste (ah, bitter)
Life gave me the bitter, but you know I ain't a spitter
So I cleaned my plate
And I ain't got the pity for your petty and your envy
And your sour grapes
No sir, say I'm nothing, Kosher
But the snack in the mirror she beg to differ
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If you're gonna serve up tea
Set a table up for me
'Cause girl, I take that hate and eat that shit for breakfast
And yeah, I like my eggs with a side of mad shit
When you talk that talk, get me hype like coffee
Talk that talk, fuel up my body
Guess I got an appetite for shit that build me up inside
I eat it, eat it, eat it all up (eat it up)
And then I get stronger
Eat it, eat it, eat it all, eat it all up
And then I get stronger
All this adversity
I see it's good for me
I eat it, eat it, eat it all, eat it all up
And then I get stronger (yeah)
(I eat it, eat it, eat it all, eat it all up)
And yeah, I like my eggs with a side of mad shit
When you talk that talk, get me hype like coffee
Talk that talk, fuel up my body
Guess I got an appetite for shit that build me up inside
I eat it, eat it, eat it all up (eat it up)
And then I get stronger
Eat it, eat it, eat it all, eat it all up
And then I get stronger
Little girl with holy stockings
Looking like an easy target
Nah-nah-nah, you ain't good enough
Nah-nah-nah, you can't sit with us
Mom and Dad ain't got no money (nope)
So they thought they'd try to bully
Nah-nah-nah, you can't fuck me up
Nah-nah-nah, I just raise my cup
Bitter taste (bitter)
Life gave me the bitter, but you know I ain't a spitter
So I cleaned my plate (oh yea, yea)
And I ain't got the pity for your petty and your envy
And your sour grapes
No sir, say I'm nothing, Kosher
But the bills in my bank account beg to differ
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If you're gonna serve up tea
Set a table up for me
'Cause girl, I take that hate and eat that shit for breakfast (breakfast)
And yeah, I like my eggs with a side of mad shit
When you talk that talk, get me hype like coffee
Talk that talk, fuel up my body
Guess I got an appetite for shit that build me up inside
I eat it, eat it, eat it all up (eat it up)
And then I get stronger
Eat it, eat it, eat it all, eat it all up (oh, eat it up)
Young girl, the man is older
Said, "They mailed me like an order"
Nah-nah-nah, you ain't good enough
Nah-nah-nah, you can't sit with us
And maybe yeah, I got an accent
But I can still correct your sentences
Nah-nah-nah, you can't fuck me up (no)
Nah-nah-nah, I stick to my gut
Bitter taste (ah, bitter)
Life gave me the bitter, but you know I ain't a spitter
So I cleaned my plate
And I ain't got the pity for your petty and your envy
And your sour grapes
No sir, say I'm nothing, Kosher
But the snack in the mirror she beg to differ
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If you're gonna serve up tea
Set a table up for me
'Cause girl, I take that hate and eat that shit for breakfast
And yeah, I like my eggs with a side of mad shit
When you talk that talk, get me hype like coffee
Talk that talk, fuel up my body
Guess I got an appetite for shit that build me up inside
I eat it, eat it, eat it all up (eat it up)
And then I get stronger
Eat it, eat it, eat it all, eat it all up
And then I get stronger
All this adversity
I see it's good for me
I eat it, eat it, eat it all, eat it all up
And then I get stronger (yeah)
(I eat it, eat it, eat it all, eat it all up)
Credits
Writer(s): Alina Alexandrovna Smith
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