Eat Your Feelings

I ain't never ate like this before

You don't understand

You don't know what I've been through

Naw mean?

You 'bout to go above and beyond right now

Hungry

I grew up in a food desert

Ate dirt, I'ma do better

Y'all old school, I got knew cheddar

I said fuck food, I'ma chew sweaters, yeah

I bought me a Rollie, so I could eat the stones

I'm poppin' little bitty bottles, 'cause I drink cologne

What that mean? It mean yesterday I ain't have things

I was tired of having these black beans

So today I'm eatin' that flat screen, yeah

On my boulevard, we ain't got no cookie jar

For desert we eatin' Michael Jordan rookie cards

That's big league

Money salad, that shit's green

And I'm home, snackin' on comic books

Amazin' fantasy, fifteen

Feed me fashion, I'm Galactus

Chewin' on your universe

Keep your sushi, I'm too bougie

Fry me up that Gucci purse

They said dinner's at 9, I pushed for earlier

I pushed the menus aside and said cook this furniture

I got that brand new money

Yeah, I just got paid

I'm tradin' mac-a-roni

For them gold rope chains

I got mills, I'll eat grills

I'll eat hunned dollar bills

I'm feelin' like a million bucks

Baby, I eat how I feel

I don't eat food, no, I eat the plates

All the forks and knives

'Fore we speak the grace

Want the birthday candles

I don't need the cake

I bite the hand that feeds me

'Fore I eat the grapes, yeah

Expensive taste

I eat Louis sandals and even Gucci

Groupies with edible drawers

But we just eat the coochie

My ex, ha, if I eat the cookies, that's X-box

Little Playstation with some red hot

She got junk food and I'm Red Fox, yeah

If only barbie knew

She'd bar me from the Bar-B-Que