Rice Noodles Lyrics

(Stupid Ass Trumpet Mouth Noises)

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Balance on my feet, its getting harder to believe

That I made it on my own, survived this world alone

Cause All I have is me and all you got is you

So blue when you got my back, the trust it gives me heart attacks

Still waking up sweating, wonder how my skin healed,

Guess that Ceraves the real deal, Ages since a real meal

Heating up the stove, When you coming home?

When you coming back,

I been whipping up that, whipping up that

Peanut sauce you like

With all the

Brocli, carrots

Spinach, shallots

Rice noodles, with the three eggs in it

Yeah I been waiting to dig into it

Then we joke around, bobby hill, sitting down

The couch holds my plate, threw that coffee table out

Wound up winding down the only way I know how.

Round up the cats after I make that pussy blown out

Wow, I gotta take a nap

End up sleeping till 6 am

Then I sleep in till 10 am

Then I run outta time, gotta be when, where, there goes my whole day

Rush to class, gotta pass,

All these fucking cars cause they going last,

I cant, be late, my plate is full.

Yo asshole, get out my way,

Yo, I'm the asshole

Bitch you looking Dole in those apple bottoms

Peachy, dreamy, got me daydreaming, seeing

Sights that aren't present, find my mind yelling

Racing, pace myself. Wasting, mental health.

And I often wonder if its gonna work

Cause we both got school, and we both got work

On top of that, I been showing out at shows

And below that, it be low at my lows

I ain't easy to deal with

I blame others, ain't no healing

Burnt bridges, stitching wont suffice

I blame my mother, cut her off, in time

Listen girl, (AY) I know we're all we got

Listen to our songs, (AYYYYY), 21, a lot

Hop out, and were, driving thru the snow,

Make up a love story set in Buffalo, I

May not like all your posts, just know I like all your posts

And I hate being one of those

But would you mind a quick stop at the store

Cause we need

All of these

Brocli, carrots

Spinach, shallots

Rice noodles, with the three eggs in it

Yeah I been waiting to dig into it

Then we joke around, bobby hill, sitting down

The couch holds my plate, threw that coffee table out

Wound up winding down the only way I know how.

Round up the cats after I make that pussy blown out

Wow, I gotta take a nap

End up sleeping till 6 am

Then I sleep in till 10 am

Then I run outta time, gotta be when, where, there goes my whole day.

(Stupid Ass Trumpet Mouth Noises)

(Coughing and Screaming)