Sandwiches Lyrics

(The sandwich is practically an American institution

It is a basic essential for lunchboxes, parties and picnics

As far as these boys are concerned, well

Hamburgers and hot-dogs are their idea of a really good meal

But there are sandwiches and sandwiches)

Bitch I'll be making these tracks till I die, bet you won't figure out why

Something like maybe it's just in my nature the same way

My son knows already to shoot for the sky

Said on the millionth try, fuck out the way on the climb

Yall have been building it wrong you the mortar-less brick

I'm the mortar that's coming for You when you look up like fuck it's my time

I'm the ghost of your past, your present arriving to tell you

That you have no future in this

The voice that you hear when you write all those shitty-ass lyrics

And question the Meaning of shit

Way too involved with these lines they go through me

The channel is spitting Courageous and lit

You way too involved with these lines they go through you till deviate sept

I'm right There with your bitch

Hey

This

Wanna

Play

This

I'm, I'm her favorite

Yeah, yeah, bitch

Moving weightless

Out my way, shit

You done made the list, watch me whip it up (Whip it up)

You running circles in cellars, amazement, I'm running up check the pages

Your work dumb as shit

Man, I run this shit do you get the gist aint no touching this

When you fire, miss, when I fire, mist

I'm on fire, shit, don't get tired, bitch

Like whoah, whoah

All this time and no growth, oh

You can't write lines you blow, blow

Money, weed and, oh no, oh no

You just too caught up in your circumstance

No vision, no vision, no vision, no vision just stay where you are

(Just stay where you Are)

Stay where you are (Just stay where you are, just stay where you are)

Just stay where you are (Just stay where you are)

(A wise young homemaker using good techniques and equipment and a little Imagination

Can turn a sandwich into festive fare

The bread was toasted quickly in the broiler

And the rarebit is nearly ready to serve)

(Oh, shit)

My youth is on the boarder (Okay)

My mind, she is a hoarder (Mhmm)

Save dimes, nickels, quarters

Bitch I'm like, bitch I'm like, bitch I'm like fuck, put in my order

I want a million for me

Two million for Cooper

Three million for Mom, and that's medium rare

A new set of keys

The sense that you sense when the world is a mess but you lit up the lair

Are you getting this

I want a purpose in life and I know that shit only gets cooked on the grill

I need the marks on me showing the work and the scars

To tell all of these people to Chill

(Now it's time to serve)

Fuck man, I been writing all day

Fifth cup of coffee and I feel like Ima fly away

Maybe I'm a loose chain

Moving to the refrain

Gotta get up and make an effort to believe that it will be okay

Yall don't think I'm making moves to get me there, hey

I'm in a problem, but Ima solve it, cause I accomplish

And bitch I polish, I polish to demolish what you started

So now I just need a minute to Plan- wait a minute

I need a minute to plan out the murder

I been coming for you from the moment I could write

A certi-fied motherfucker just lurking at the window of the words

You think you wrote to get you where you wanna be, word

I know you got a million reasons you think it'll be okay

But I carry a million and fucking One

So you can lock the doors on your shit

But it doesn't matter when you gotta buy a truck

To carry the size of this gun

Yeah, yeah, yeah

That's another one down for the count, the list keeps growing

Running out of room for the rappers that I body

Now I gotta go buy me a bigger house cause they keep on showing up

I am the reason you're stuck

Think you can write like I do cause I doubt it

It's hard to stay focused enough to write Lyrics

Or rap 'em with you on my nuts