letra de dinner time - swaine
[intro]
yeah, ’bout take my shirt off for this one, yeah, uh
eric godlow, round of applause, yeah, uh
[verse 1]
i could tell you motherf-ckers were nothin’ before i met you
ain’t sh-t but a f-ckin’ pedal to step on
where the juice at?
sippin’ the c-cktail, you ride on my coattails
you write about the same chick from 2010, oh well
thirty years old and still a b-tch, like we couldn’t tell
we put on shows, you boys is stuck in a show-and-tell
duds for the class, like you keepin’ it borin’ as h-ll
hanging off the back, like you part of a ponytail
my sh-t is like crack, one whiff and you’re clientele, uh
let me know when your clients can tell
you make the same sh-t again and you press it for sale, uh
this the season and santa just bailed, uh
i’m peak demon my timin’ is swell, uh
[chorus]
check your watches i did it again
it’s that time motherf-cker i’m still independent
by the end of this, i might just be locked in the pen sh-t
barefaced murder, i got my name on the d-mn thing, uh
gimme that with a round of applause
a foie gras with some fava like hannibal wants
all sauce how i get it to sound like a chip
mad crisp in this b-tch, gordon ramsey ain’t sh-t
nineteen, i ain’t know what to do with the gift
twenty-three, i’m on the top of the earth once again, uh
[verse 2]
shirts off and it’s too d-mn hot
tried to show ’em what i had, then i showed y’all god
still an immigrant came from a far-off spot
i’m tryna make it all worth five thousand miles, uh
twenty years in the mud
sick of culture shocks, sick of bein’ the odd ones out, yeah
people can’t get jobs, people cried a lot
people struggle to speak your tongue
other people don’t take you serious
they don’t give you anything, they just want you cleanin’ for them
you got a degree and you can’t do sh-t with it, qualifications?
we want money you immigrant, uh
[chorus]
check your watches i did it again
it’s that time motherf-cker i’m still independent
by the end of this, i might just be locked in the pen sh-t
barefaced murder, i got my name on the d-mn thing, uh
gimme that with a round of applause
a foie gras with some fava like hannibal wants
all sauce how i get it to sound like a chip
mad crisp in this b-tch, gordon ramsey ain’t sh-t
nineteen, i ain’t know what to do with the gift
twenty-three, i’m on the top of the earth once again, uh
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