Texty

Dinner Serve it up hot serve it up hot Serve it up hot Serve it up hot Serve it up Food for thought bringing dinner to the Gods Food for thought bringing dinner to the Gods I hear the beast is off the lease and all so please believe me Run along the beach and headed east I'm off the board like Quiji Fell of the boat I'm going deep with fish and all their feces Its bitter sweet I get the treats in bags like Reese's Pieces But I look inside better match my vibe ride letting them lie Bet they talk that talk while they walk right off the sky We get them to pick up the stick and they spinning it like it's a row boat And I'm telling them row row you feeling the mojo Focus hold this don't take no photo Notice my flow though as I leave it up to the high why try to hide Cops on the blocks they rolling strolling blind blind Who dropping the dime They pick up the phone and tell them we gone who feeling the song We causing a sizzle that hit in the middle And never again we deceiving the soul Ride out people talking and Jesus walking let the light out Fam shouts why we united all is 9 Enough with this system of prohibition Something did it popping in Guinness the world record for my lyrics go Serve it up hot serve it up hot Serve it up hot Serve it up hot Serve it up Food for thought bringing dinner to the Gods Food for thought bringing dinner to the Gods Serve it up hot serve it up hot Serve it up hot Serve it up hot Serve it up Food for thought bringing dinner to the Gods Food for thought bringing dinner to the Gods I've never been the one to want to run it Trying to front it you see me coming know we Steady crunching the fun in numbers we here all summer All these people rushing stand for nothing you'll fall for something Trumpets get to trumping all my riders just get to drumming I'ma sin about it been inside me fed up I'm trying to get my head around it can't wrap my head around How you dead inside we been about it It don't matter whether we lay it down and or rest about it Or if we charging head first then get it on the row Want to watch my soul better late than never let me Know then you know I show and I did not mean to let it go But I go to strong better not bag back try to block my flow You won't dim my glow they insane on me for some what-nots Because I made that force stops right along my fourth stop Like a short stop don't know if they know sir you got to tell me something Where's your home at let it rip like vultures You on my road I got to make your horse stop With one of these four shots line them up I got it go Serve it up hot serve it up hot Serve it up hot Serve it up hot Serve it up Food for thought bringing dinner to the Gods Food for thought bringing dinner to the Gods Serve it up hot serve it up hot Serve it up hot Serve it up hot Serve it up Food for thought bringing dinner to the Gods Food for thought bringing dinner to the Gods
Writer(s): Christopher Cummings Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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