Divine the Chef - Lukewarm Outro

(Thank you for listening, tuning in. It's been a real pleasure to have you with us)

I see you draggin' your feet
I bet it's hurtin' your sole (Soul)
You can't make up your mind, so indecisive I know
You scared to make bad decisions
But you keep choosin' them though
You keep on bruisin' your soul
My bed's a 6 foot hole
I see the world's below me
I guess my shoes made to Rome (Roam)
I hesitate with cold feet
I got Antarctica toe
You count on the sunshine all day
But rain and shit make you grow
I love to be at unease
It fertilize my whole soul

She said boy cry me a river
And I'll feed flint with your tears
Well suck a dick you silly fuck I'm comfortable with my fears
Yeah I faced 'em right here, 6 speed I switch gears
12 siren in ears, 12 months in a years
I'll smoke a blunt in your office
Fuck your job like Paul Pierce
I spent her budget on beers
I hope she choke on her tears

(I really talk my shit. And I just want y'all to hear me. I really want you to feel it)
(Motherfucker's trippin, I had to tell 'em the other day)

But life's a b word, beautiful, uh huh
I asked some people for a helping hand
They wouldn't even spare me a cuticle
So now I come first, like the roman 4 numeral
You don't love me because my voice is something new to you
And everything I do for you
When you count me out, I count it up
And then realize how much I'm really losin' boo
(How much I'm really losing)
Look at what I'm going through
You got a gavel and a chair, judging me is what you prone to do
I sit back, watch my coins accrue
Off passive money, yeah I need pastor money
I had to passed her money, and the hoe still didn't love me
I tried to fill her tummy, And she was still hungry

You couldn't bear with me, took all of my fuckin' honey
(I damn near fucked my money)
(I know she didn't love me)
(I'm just, talking my shit. Thank you for tuning in, I appreciate it)

Written by:
R. Nelson

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