But I was at the Airport

Yo

Hooooooo!

My Covid gone
I'm back at McDonald's

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Burger King, McDonald's eating ass
Burger King, McDonald's eating ass
Burger King, McDonald's eating ass

Yep
Yeah
Yeah
But I was at the airport

Had a couple of 'em
Didn't plan it
Terminal one sitting
Eating a mass-produced sandwich
Whisper to the robot
And what I'm gettin'
And don't stop 'til I get it
I'm at the airport chillin'
Whisper to the robot
At the kiosk
And they pass on the messages to the mothafuckas
That see what I'm gettin'
Then they flip over the shit and they wrap it all, all up
And I put it in my stomach
And I shit it out my guts (yeah)

Burger King, McDonald's eating ass (yeah)
Burger King, McDonald's eating ass (this is art)
Burger King, McDonald's eating ass
Burger King, McDonald's eating ass
Burger King, McDonald's eating ass
Burger King, McDonald's eating ass

But I was at the airport

I'm riddled with poison
The choices the different emotions
I should've pre-planned it
Could've dodged a bullet
And brought a damn snack in
They owe me nothin'
Ultimately up to me to track it
Got one arm
And I'm out here
Playing dodgeball with my bad habits
And I'm outnumbered and I'm out hustled
The liquor hit me while I wasn't even lookin'
The book sidearm throw it almost skinned me
The hook'll have you looking empty
Turn your ticket into ten-piece

McDonald's eating ass
Burger King, McDonald's eating ass
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Burger King, McDonald's eating ass
Burger King, McDonald's eating ass
Burger King, McDonald's eating ass (But I was at the airport)

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Writer(s): Hannibal Buress
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