This is a song about "Yellow lasagna the bell jar logic"

The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

[hehehe] so lets begin this tv-dinner, tummy rumbling binge, ring the bell

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Quickly kneel down to strictly kings of shit, the grim logic

Spit shit like ali to make the knock out bell ring

She say she love me more than anything

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

Somone comes down with the intent of killing i sent him to hell, using an iron bell,

They rang the bell and pounded on the door

Not relying on the light no more