Ava - Chef Icarus

Chef Icarus
See you
In the next life, brotha
Chef Icarus
See you
In the next life, brotha
Pound over pound grade a beef
Grown out west, I think by a sheik
Been a few min you'll have to forgive me
My memory's been a little bit hazy
So much green, I get all my nutrients
Malabsorption from leakin gluteus
Always so tired, always so weak
Brain fog so heavy could barely speak
Somethin' so wrong, feel in my gut
'Cruciating stabs without no cuts
Doctor please fix me I beg her please
All I ask is to not give up cheese
Gluten the culprit, lurking like a
Nun in the pulpit, lookin like imma
'Bout to divulge it, what I'm eatin'
'Bout to gulp it, recipe lookin'
So fuckin stacked in the back of bag
Goin to work to make a lil dough snack
What's in the air? No, not no coronas
Little white powder oh so onerous
Chef Icarus
See you
In the next life, brotha
Chef Icarus
See you
In the next life, brotha
Cross contamin' I'm so paranoid
What would life be like as an android
No food to eat only batts to charge
Absence of meals would that be so hard?
What I would give to stop this pain
Take it all away before I go fade
Poof go my dreams of being a chef
Now I just need to go fuckin' deaf
No friends with meals Bane my existence
No sharin a j I'm strattin' a fence
Jump off the bridge or walk in to traffic
Would that be such a harsh reaction?
Chef icarus
See you
In the next life, brotha
Chef Icarus
See you
In the next life, brotha
Stickin it out as best I can
My life be like a bird in the hand
Gluten be lurkin' like 'yotes in a bush
Cops make a pass, whisperin' shush
You got a felony, well expunged
Still run borders, you tryin' to get hung?
Green became legal in our blue state
Dispo lettuce so disparate?
I moved on and I left my brothas
One by blood and seven by covena
Faded family, beyond recognition
Took for granted or
Chef Icarus
See you
In the next life, brotha?

Written by:
Ava Smith

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