[Verse 1:]
I’m up late sneaking on a snack
Honey, peanut butter and bananas on the stack
In between, two pieces wheat bread to make that mother slap
Hoping no one catches me, I’m on a water fast
Sometimes you gotta treat yourself, Just can’t sleep
Rolling, tossing, turning, tangling up the sweaty sheets
Ima creep outside to get a smoke, and take a leak
It was so froze, your piss would freeze before it hit the street
[Verse 2:]
So where’s this story going? I just don’t know
I like to eat as you can see, in the refrigerator glow
Ahh fuck, I gotta wash a dirty spoon
Cause I didn’t do dishes like I’m supposed to in the afternoon
Eat this sandwich while I talk and spit
I can hold up the counter with a firm like grip
Take over the kitchen, y’all I’d like to mention
This a food lover's rhyme for those that like to listen