Assorted Condiments Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Talking about young, young nicky
I don't
I don't give a fuck what what
The cook raps
He just needs to make my fucking order
I want that number seven
With the
I don't give a shit if he's singing
Tell him to hurry up
Why's it always feel like I wont ever succeed
Why the world so hungry but we fed up with greed
I ain't one to wallow don't put pity on me
But does talent really make it in this damn industry
Why's it always feel like I wont ever succeed
Why the world so hungry but we fed up with greed
I ain't one to wallow don't put pity on me
But does talent really make it in this damn industry
Geez
I remember being scared to get back in the booth
Thinking I never had it like it's something I lose
The pressure on myself got my neck in a noose
Scared of my shadow guess I got something to prove
Guess I got something to prove
To myself cause I feel like I won't have it again
I was scared to never rap let alone pick up a pen
But at times I know this pad feels like it's my only friend (like it's my only friend)
The one that really knows me and my thoughts in the end (any my thoughts in the end)
Why's it always feel like I wont ever succeed
Why the world so hungry but we fed up with greed
I ain't one to wallow don't put pity on me
But does talent really make it in this damn industry
Why's it always feel like I wont ever succeed
Why the world so hungry but we fed up with greed
I ain't one to wallow don't put pity on me
But does talent really make it in this damn industry
Geez
This pandemic hit and I lost years of my life
I blinked one night when I was 20 now I feel 25
And I'm still grieving with the feeling that when during that time
I left so much up on the table I ain't talking a rhyme
I'm talking weight
Overate
Overslept
See my face
Purple bags line my eyes
Facing pressures in my mind
You just sitting wasting time
Wasting time that could be mine
Once we spend it it's just time
Time is fading as we lie
Time is fading every line
I'm just aging in my mind
I'm just aging when I rhyme fuck
Why's it always feel like I wont ever succeed
Tell the cook to cut the rock and roll off
He needs to make my number 7 with the Diet Coke
We're at the deli of course
Mabel we're at the deli
Do you want me to tell the nice young man to make you something