Hot Cheetos ft. Reid Lewis Lyrics

It's chinese take out

Aye Youmans what's for lunch?

I'm focused on the nonsense

And all my pointless problems

Man I'm just awesome

Way too much talking

Think we got a problem

Think we got to tell them

That I'm not really who I say I am

That I'm not really in the steady place I'm in

That I'm on the leaderboard for sin

And I'm about to win

I'm about to win

Aye

I'm running back again

I can feel the anger take control again

Made myself this bed

That I got to sleep in

Fists have weakened

Punching holes in this pavement

Waiting

For this weight to be lifted

I can feel myself sinking

Every single time

That I'm placing

Nicotine

In this blood stream

To keep myself from tweaking

Man I'm kind of tweaking

I'm focused on the nonsense

And all my pointless problems

Man I'm just awesome

Way too much talking

Think we got a problem

Think we got to tell them

That I'm not really who I say I am

That I'm not really in the steady place I'm in

That I'm on the leaderboard for sin

And I'm about to win

I'm about to win

Woah

Got me

Tick ticked off

Goin big big dogs

Catch the big fish raw

Need them thick thick jaws

Not a limp dick song

Pop like what went wrong

Shit the money too long

I been loving two gods

I been rubbing too off

I could do what I want

But they wouldn't like that

Shit they never bite back anyway

Catch a light tap

Bitch where's the mic at

Ugh

Breathe is shaky from adrenaline

Don't need medicine

It's not leaving my head

Still having trouble with this feeling

And my serotonins leaving

I'm losing all feeling

This fence is keeping from

Letting the dogs out

Kept me in the dog house

Now I'm barking too loud

They're telling me to slow down

Before you burn out

But these ninety hour weeks

Are making me too proud

And I swear I'm gonna move out

Get praised like a cash cow

Bumping on some new sounds

The ones that'll make a crowd go

Oh wow

But I know I got to back down

Nothings gonna make me go back to that town

I don't wanna see you around

But I can promise you when I'm

Screaming this out loud

Now I'm in it

Now I'm in it

Now I'm in it

Now I'm in it

Now I'm in it

Now I'm in it

Now I'm in it

Ugh

Now I'm in it

One mistake

This bitch a single dinner plate

Like I been running from the brain

But my fix not missing payments

Dick a couple inches in vein

So I'm sticking to my patrons

Fuckin inwardly hated

With the shits integrated

You the pigs when I'm bacon

Yea I'm Always

Killing the papers

Missing the players

Pretending to save

Feeling the fakers

I'm just a

Maker upper

Takin candy from the gutter

Handys from a lover

Cause she always on my right side

And god I know it's my time

But let me get a couple more lines out

Before the cast iron

Or a time out

Think I need to lie down

Think you need to pipe now

Couple lessons

Then it's lights out

(Flick)