CrossTown (Bonus) Lyrics

Cooking on a Sunday

Cheffin instrumentals

Working at the base

Don't fuck with my mental

I remember slippin'

It wasn't so simple

Smoking so loud

At the Intercontinental

Working late shifts

I think I'm down with the shits

Little ladies and gentlemen

Talking loud with the switch

I don't think I got headspace

'Nuff it comes with switch

Click out and clique in

I don't think your paying enough attention

Your business all in the wrong affection

Effects of working hard and rosemary confection

Blowing smoke, I think its 2022 and I missed the elections

Check this one out we headed in the right direction

But their misses cost one too many heads

System been buzzin' and here I am bumping

Cooking on a Sunday

Cheffin instrumentals

Working at the base

Don't fuck with my mental

I remember slippin'

It wasn't so simple

Smoking so loud

At the Intercontinental

Cooking on a Sunday

Cheffin instrumentals

Working at the base

Don't fuck with my mental

I remember slippin'

It wasn't so simple

Smoking so loud

at the Intercontinental

And what makes it worse

It's that this curse feels

Like its been lingering

Since birth

Or since Perth

Lit up those new year festivals

'012 Gaza burning I remember

looking the demons

Feasting with blood like they assemble

Turns out they just wanna keep us out

Or murk us all, oh god I have a prayer

For you all to know that the rocks

Are older than their oldest prison bars

So here I am laying up in soaking in it all

While some bitches bitchin' at the mall

I guess thats the only way I gotta ball