Lunchbox Lyrics

Oh fuck his cups spilling

He hovers on the stove his pot skilling

They knocking on the door they smell a villain

He blinks twice he's transported God willing

Just a bunch of chess heads, trying to see where to bet next

Decide for millions if they live or their death's next

Their hat might be fitted but their mind is wilted world view tilted

Just chasing green like cesped

Alright kids check your lunch box

Ignore the pop rocks

Grab the bump stock

This world is ours ride the ac until the wheels off

Until your heels off

Until you feel a part of your soul peel off

That's how you know Nirvana's near

This isn't J-Ice anymore man Siddhartha's here

Rap today man there's too much flair

In his cerebral lair

That's where the bars live and the demons share

They probably braiding hair

Maybe baking some banana bread and snacking on Korean pears

Can only reach him on the COM1

He's not a calm one

So i suggest you tread lightly unless you want some

Riding in his sleigh

A couple hand grenades

For all the kids to play

Only toss them out when the TikTok say

And carry on his day like any other day