This is a song about "Why isnt my local grocery store selling healthier produce"

I produce heat, it's hard from you to meet my peek,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

I wonder what is in store for us, you my crush, my heart you touch

My whole is about to reshape, feel like im playin games at the local arcade.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

At the local arcade, puttin my dick in the ace of spades

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,