​dinner time

[Intro]
Yeah, 'bout take my shirt off for this one, yeah, uh
Eric Godlow, round of applause, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
I could tell you motherfuckers were nothin' before I met you
Ain't shit but a fuckin' pedal to step on
Where the juice at?
Sippin' the cocktail, you ride on my coattails
You write about the same chick from 2010, oh well
Thirty years old and still a bitch, like we couldn't tell
We put on shows, you boys is stuck in a show-and-tell
Duds for the class, like you keepin' it borin' as hell
Hanging off the back, like you part of a ponytail
My shit is like crack, one whiff and you're clientele, uh
Let me know when your clients can tell
You make the same shit again and you press it for sale, uh
This the season and Santa just bailed, uh
I'm peak demon my timin' is swell, uh

[Chorus]
Check your watches I did it again
It's that time motherfucker I'm still independent
By the end of this, I might just be locked in the pen shit
Barefaced murder, I got my name on the damn thing, uh
Gimme that with a round of applause
A foie gras with some fava like Hannibal wants
All sauce how I get it to sound like a chip
Mad crisp in this bitch, Gordon Ramsey ain't shit
Nineteen, I ain't know what to do with the gift
Twenty-three, I'm on the top of the earth once again, uh

[Verse 2]
Shirts off and it's too damn hot
Tried to show 'em what I had, then I showed y'all God
Still an immigrant came from a far-off spot
I'm tryna make it all worth five thousand miles, uh
Twenty years in the mud
Sick of culture shocks, sick of bein' the odd ones out, yeah
People can't get jobs, people cried a lot
People struggle to speak your tongue
Other people don't take you serious
They don't give you anything, they just want you cleanin' for them
You got a degree and you can't do shit with it, qualifications?
We want money you immigrant, uh

[Chorus]
Check your watches I did it again
It's that time motherfucker I'm still independent
By the end of this, I might just be locked in the pen shit
Barefaced murder, I got my name on the damn thing, uh
Gimme that with a round of applause
A foie gras with some fava like Hannibal wants
All sauce how I get it to sound like a chip
Mad crisp in this bitch, Gordon Ramsey ain't shit
Nineteen, I ain't know what to do with the gift
Twenty-three, I'm on the top of the earth once again, uh