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Verse 1:
I cook tasty little things to eat.
I don't breathe.
A pot full of beans is what I really need.
Lentil soup.
Add some meat and throw in a little fruit.
Philosophy.
Always dripping lemon juice on the goose.
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Chorus 1:
Turn round, reading down.
One spoon to the fuckin moon.
A treat, faster feet.
Jump the fence. I'm past tense.
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Verse 2:
Technical Corn Dogs aren't my forte.
I prefer to make things my way.
Read, eat, search, fly.
Cook, steam, boil, and cry.
Rational Choice Theory
Max Utility
Skydiving for the truth
Problems for the youth
I learned my cooking in the streets.
While making sumptuous beats.
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Chorus 2:
Turn round, reading down.
One spoon to the fuckin moon.
A treat, faster feet.
Jump the fence. I'm past tense.
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Verse 3:
This is the time. To make it good.
This is the time. To make it right.
This is the time. You really should.
Do not pass up this up; it's your birthright.
They want fries, you want lime.
They want fruit, you want prime.
They want carbs, you want fat.
You're going to need a diplomat.
I cook tasty little things to eat.
I don't breathe.
A pot full of beans is what I really need.
