So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano
Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe
To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'
When you ain't got no education
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
Anyways give it up the capital the nation
She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed
Bitch i'm all you need
We will cook you up and eat,
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