Starving, Craving, Boy I stay so hungry
Like I ate a batch of edibles to try to cure my munchies
Something, anything, boy I got no limits
I would drown in the f*cking broth in a soup kitchen
Wanna dine like Fieri, yellin bam like Agassi
Than Ill head to the bathroom, blow it up like Nagasaki
When I'm done get some Arby's, number 1 with a drink
Man my tank is like my stomach cause they're both on E
Pull up to window 1, bummy dude opens up
Starts to calculate my total, for my evening munch
Says its five fifty, question if he's lying
Gave him the five and get rich or die tryin
Hands the receipt, calls me a dumb bitch
He Closes the window, and he flicks the light switch
And Now I'm confused, no food, can't eat
Cause they closed at eleven, it was half past 3
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Starving, Craving, Boy I stay so hungry
Like I ate a batch of edibles to try to cure my munchies
Something, anything, boy I got no limits
I would drown in the f*cking broth in a soup kitchen
Wanna dine like Fieri, yellin bam like Agassi
Than Ill head to the bathroom, blow it up like Nagasaki
When I'm done get some Arby's, number 1 with a drink
Man my tank is like my stomach cause they're both on E
Pull up to window 1, bummy dude opens up
Starts to calculate my total, for my evening munch
Says its five fifty, question if he's lying
Gave him the five and get rich or die tryin
Hands the receipt, calls me a dumb bitch
He Closes the window, and he flicks the light switch
And Now I'm confused, no food, can't eat
Cause they closed at eleven, it was half past 3
Like I ate a batch of edibles to try to cure my munchies
Something, anything, boy I got no limits
I would drown in the f*cking broth in a soup kitchen
Wanna dine like Fieri, yellin bam like Agassi
Than Ill head to the bathroom, blow it up like Nagasaki
When I'm done get some Arby's, number 1 with a drink
Man my tank is like my stomach cause they're both on E
Pull up to window 1, bummy dude opens up
Starts to calculate my total, for my evening munch
Says its five fifty, question if he's lying
Gave him the five and get rich or die tryin
Hands the receipt, calls me a dumb bitch
He Closes the window, and he flicks the light switch
And Now I'm confused, no food, can't eat
Cause they closed at eleven, it was half past 3
Writer: Jamesmikel Abobo
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