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letra de blowjobs & burgers - ricky bendová

[intro]
man…
you know i have the potential to be the best version of myself, fame, family, finance, all that sh-t but for what? happiness? f-ck that sh-t, i just want a bl-wj-b and a burger. it’s all about the simple things in life

[verse 1]
i could chase the crown, run laps on fate
wake up at five, meditate, feel great
grind ’til i die for a watch and a gate
but i’d rather rub one out and procrastinate

they say depression’s just a rich man’s myth
tell that to me while i drown in a spliff
i’m a broken machine, low on gifts
but still talk sl!ck like i’m plead-the-fifth

motivational quotes just p-ss me off
like i’m supposеd to smile while i’m laying in troughs
world on fire, and i’m just soft
wanna gеt head in the drive-thru, then drift off

yeah, finance, fame, that future path—
but what’s it worth when you forget how to laugh?
i’d trade it all for a burger and a bath
and someone to hold while i dodge my past

[hook]
sick of the goals and the grind and the pressure
i just want peace in a warm food texture
forget your mansion, your stocks, your lectures—
give me a baddie and a burger, that’s pleasure
i ain’t depressed—i’m just over the hype
chasing success like it owes me life
if all i got is five good minutes tonight…
let it be fries, a nut, and silence. aight?
[verse 2]
i could write a book on “the man i could be,”
but the pages all smell like apathy
they tell me “heal,” but i’d rather flee
to a cheap motel with a blunt and a key

i’m not lazy, i’m selectively alive
like a tamagotchi i forgot to revive
tried therapy once—made it out by five
then hit a strip club just to feel the vibe

fame? cool. but i’d still be me
anxious in dior, same ebt
rather eat wings on a folding seat
than cry in a benz with designer feet

i got dreams but they sleep too long
tryna wake ‘em up with a sad-ass song
if success calls, i’ll hit ignore
unless it’s got burgers and a bl-wj-b, sure

[hook]
sick of the goals and the grind and the pressure
i just want peace in a warm food texture
forget your mansion, your stocks, your lectures—
give me a baddie and a burger, that’s pleasure
i ain’t depressed—i’m just over the hype
chasing success like it owes me life
if all i got is five good minutes tonight…
let it be fries, a nut, and silence. aight?
[verse 3]
sometimes i stare at the ceiling, blank
thinking ’bout life with a half-full tank
they call it “wasted potential,” but thanks—
i’m comfy as h-ll in these hoodie ranks

put me in forbes or put me to sleep
either way, i’m in too deep
give me peace, not pyramids steep
just gimme that sauce and thighs i can keep

you meditate? i marinate in regret
deep-fried trauma with a hint of sweat
i’m the king of “not yet,” “not now,” “not sure,”
but my lunch is divine and my nut is pure

so let ‘em run that hustle parade
i’ll be in sweats, throwin’ shade in the shade
call me lazy? i call it trade—
my soul for a snack and some homemade fade

[hook]
sick of the goals and the grind and the pressure
i just want peace in a warm food texture
forget your mansion, your stocks, your lectures—
give me a baddie and a burger, that’s pleasure
i ain’t depressed—i’m just over the hype
chasing success like it owes me life
if all i got is five good minutes tonight…
let it be fries, a nut, and silence. aight?
[outro]
you can keep the crypto
keep the clout
keep the six-figure plan and the 5 a.m. route
me?
i’ll be in the wendy’s parking lot…
tryna get topped off with a frosty in mouth

- ricky bendova

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