Can I write a HIT SONG while eating the WORLD’S HOTTEST WINGS?

[Roomie's Song (Burn)]
I'm burning hot for you, baby
Nothing you can do about it
You say you got someone, baby
But after I am through, I doubt it

Where is his crib, where is his house
Where is his home? Yeah
Back in his place, a fireplace
And you're alone, yeah

Burn, burn
You don't wanna mess with me, 'cause
You'll end up in therapy
Burn, burn
Baby, 'cause when I get pissed, yeah
I become an arsonist, yeah

[Daniel's Song (I Shit My Pants)]
To my lactose intolerant people... My acid reflux people, or anyone, just anyone with digestive hеalth issues... This one's for you
(Squa!)

I'm not feeling so hot
Thinking 'bout what I got
All my friends arе crowdin' round me
Understanding, but not

They're around me and they're happy
But they know some things about me
Acting up and getting rowdy
But it's too late to stop
Because...

(Dairy)
I shit my pants
(I can't control my IBS)
(Hot sauce)
I shit my pants
(Always eating stuff that I regret)
(Pork)
I shit my pants
(Even Ghandi had his issues)
(Greasy food)
I shit my pants
(I'll need to make better decisions)

[Jack's Song (My Spicy Girl)]
I'm a spicy boy, in a spicy world
And I'm looking for spicy girl
(Is that you?)

I been looking and searching
And looking and searching
All my life, yeah

Are you looking and searching
And looking and searching?
Be my wife!

I am a spicy boy
Oh, won't you, won't you
Ooh, be my spicy girl?

I am a spicy boy
Women be shoppin'!

I am a spicy boy
Oh, won't you, won't you
Ooh, be my spicy girl?

I am a spicy boy...