NA COZINHA!

The lights are on, I guess mom and dad are still up
How'd ya like to come in and have a sandwich
They'd be glad to see you
Yeah

Eat slowly and chew thoroughly

Yeah
Hungry for the kitchen all day
Chef Escobar, the multi-race phenomenon
Fastin' fruity loops, beat Ramadan
God from the 615, live by the Parthenon
Servin' parmesan is half my life until they realize that I'm a champion -on
Three six to infinity a nonagon
Hell is empty, get some armor on
Days of reckoning they happen plenty, so fuck Papa John
He ain't no fuckin' chef, fuck the Papa
Bourdain, Antoine
I got the matching scorpion, I'm just like him
It's been me who I've been plottin' on
The don of the mix, mister slick
I run the restaurant

Chef Escobar

He was tired
And he just didn't have any appetite

Na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Where do I go, I'm so strung out today
Not in my zone, can't reach my mind it's so far away
Like what do I say (what do I say)
I need some thoughts to convey, not decay
My mind is a cave, I'm so blind to see
Right in front of my face
Caught up in an endless daze
Lead feet keep my stuck in my ways
Dead trees ain't cheap for plays

Here it goes
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Na na na na na na, na cozinha
Hold on everybody, here it comes



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Writer(s): Nickolas Carvalho
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