Feast or Famine
By: Wes Luxton
I hope that you die in vain
You say that's a piece of cake
You say I won't ever change
Sarcastic sauce to season steak
Lord knows you don't make mistakes
Why he kick you out his place
Jot more thoughts on napkin space
Use it when your lipstick fade
Grab your coat, you're out the door
Never saw you show remorse
Dirty dishes; dirty floor
Know you been a dirty ahhh
Cherry kisses, feed me grapes
Burning up
I brought soufflé
Feast or famine
Set the plates
Serve it to your lying face
I hope that you die in vain
You say that's a piece of cake
You say I won't ever change
Sarcastic sauce to season steak
Lord knows you don't make mistakes
Why he kick you out his place
Jot more thought on napkin space
Use it when your lipstick fade
Mad again, you mad at me
Silly off some Hennessy
I ain't no Kardashian
But thanks for keeping up with me
Litty since my seventeen's
Cooking up new recipes
Picking lyrics out my teeth
Lick it till the plate is clean
Calling me a pessimist
When I call you a piece of shit
You deserve a flying fist
Table flips; food fights again
Drama mama
Minute Maid
Party crashing dinner dates
I swear you're a stupid wait
Lately, you feel kinda lame
Birthday, birthday
You're a mess
Find more ways to beg for cash
Do more things that you'll regret
Flirt in ways to float the check
Blow the candles and the chef
Cry when ops see more success
Mirrors won't tell you what you lack
Cry when karma hit you back
Walk and talk and feel ashamed
Cry at night, I can't relate
This my icing on the cake
This my cherry on the shake
All these friends to gas you up
Funny how you're always stuck
Funny you can't take a hint
We see what you do for tips
Say one day you'll leave this town
Tell me why you stick around
Bathroom coke to drip it down
You're a shmuck no Steve Carell
Stupid shit you tweet about
Silly shit you do for clout
All you do is run your mouth
Peasants finally broke your crown
Oh my god
I'm laughing hard
Tell me how you want these bars
You can get them a-la-cart
I know you ain't work this hard
Hate me back that's pretty harsh
You think you've been Joan of Ark
You think you're a work of art
I know you ain't caviar
I hope that you die in vain
You say that's a piece of cake
You say I won't ever change
Sarcastic sauce to season steak
Lord knows you don't make mistakes
Why he kick you out his place
Jot my thoughts on napkin space
Feast Or Famine; Stuff your face
Credits:
Written & Performed by: Wes Luxton
Produced by: Beats By Con
Engineers: Cj Bertram; Andy VanGuilder; Wes Luxton
2022 Wes Luxton Music Co. - All rights reserved. All reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
