Lunch Lyrics

Yeah, it's the last thing you're thinking as you're walking right past me

Maybe stopping to watch you're thinking that you're harassing me

A tragedy, here I am trying to catch heat

The last thing available is catching this back beat

Done other things before ha! people have asked me

Why would I waste all my time when I could be crafty?

You can catch me outside playing the back streets

When they say outta time, taking my cash and leaving

Won't believe rocking harmony steeze, someone better call a medic cause it's raining on me

Ha ha! just kidding, don't need to reprieve

I'ma find a nice awning and continue to be

So see how I'm rocking the hat or bucket take a couple ones or fives

Crumple 'em up, chuck it, done it

I've been down this road a couple of times

And you'll find that I'm

I'm just trying to get some lunch

Just trying to get a little lunch baby

No I ain't looking for that whole damn pie

Just need a little bit of lunch

I'm talking number 35 from my favorite Chine

And if you're getting Leonardo's, better get a bigger size

Cause you know that this music is a means to an end

But damn, what could end better than some Sneakers and friends?

I know I sound like a crazy man, amazing playing gravy man

Making waves that make the ways un-phazing and

I'll be taking all the gazing fans

Taking all of their dollars to ball inside the land of the skinny pan-

Cake, hot damn gimme a break

I need to stuff up my face, need a Halverson's steak

I need to buff up my plate, someone get on the bass

So we can make a better band, get ourselves better paid

But wait, didn't I say I ain't about the cash

Got me there but dumplings sure are breaking me fast

So I hate to have to ask do you like it when I rap?

And do you got a dollar?

Cause I'm just trying to get some lunch

Just trying to get a little lunch baby

No I ain't looking for that whole damn pie

Just need a little bit of lunch

Stop by and say hi, come over to my side

Songs for food, I'ma do it any way I

See to be the reason keeping under a spell

Thunder and hell couldn't keep me under-fulfilled, oh well

I'm a tall guy, taking the fall fine

Don't call it a comeback, call it a good time, I would shine

With a little light to inspire

Turns out that the light is inside the entire me

Make believe or agree I be dreaming of me

Playing songs off the street and even seeing a fee

And if I'm seeing a fee hot damn I can feed the grumble in my stomach

That's all I need

But for now I'ma try and inspire

Maybe sing a couple songs that require a quire

And if a quire is hired, it's dire I pay the bunch

Damn

I'm just looking for some lunch

Just need a little bit of lunch baby

No I ain't looking for that whole damn pie

Just need a little bit of lunch

I'm just looking for some lunch

Just trying to get a little lunch baby

No I ain't looking for that whole damn pie

Just need a little bit of lunch

Just need a little bit of lunch

I'm talking little bit of lunch

Just need a little bit of lunch you know?

Just need a little bit of lunch