Biggie Oof - Cheesy Malady (feat. emma lou)

I have a disease
That makes it hard to eat
The things I love most
Like pizza and ice cream
And it hurts
What a disappointment
At the doctor's appointment
Said, "Ya can't fix that with no ointment"
I love cheese
But it doesn't love me
What a tragedy
Oh woe is me and my intestines
I love cheese
But it doesn't love me
What a tragedy
A cheesy malady
You know it's Biggie Oof, with them moo moo blues
And, hey, if you had this problem, you'd be moo blue, too
Can't have any pepper jack, mozzarella, Monterey
Man, that's enough to ruin anybody's every day
Her stomach conquers over every other kind of food
It's triumphant over drinks, too
But when it comes to milk or cheese fondue
It's just straight up like "aight I'm through"
Yogurt, gouda, ice cream, provolone,
Won't y'all just leave her the heck alone?
Release your iron grip from her digestive tract
Cuz that stuff is really, really, really, really mega wack
It may sound like I'm joking but I'm being real
Listen, y'all, to her pain-filled appeal
It's not cheesy, it's just straight facts
Y'all need to let her eat her dairy snacks
I love cheese
But it doesn't love me
What a tragedy
Oh woe is me and my intestines
I love cheese
But it doesn't love me
What a tragedy
A cheesy malady
Oh, uh, oh
A malady of cheese
Uh, oh
Lactose intolerance, yo
It's a cheesy, cheesy malady
Cheesy malady
Do-wuh-ba-a-buh-ba-loo-bah

Written by:
Emma Glenn, Sarah Futrell

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