Lil Big Boy - Bread

You put a five hundred thousand dollar bounty
On your own head
You think I could have got more
Of your own money
My money
Nah
I had my label expense it for the album
This is a corporate hit job
Don't act like you've never heard
Of a record label killing an artist before

A company paid for you to kill yourself
And for the dinner party
I threw on the company card
Before I did it
We practically ate olive garden
Out of bread sticks
Which is crazy
Cause that's kind of their thing
Ya know
Like, they have to expect
That people are going to
Try and beat them
At their own game
But our waiter
Was gettin' real sheepish
About the free refills
Towards the end of dinner
It just seems like
Who gives a fuck
About the bread sticks

Written by:
Cooper Jacklich

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