Gordon ramsay

Like sugar in my veins I’m shaking
But I haven’t had a lemonade
And every breath I’d kill for the flavour
But it’s nothing but an aftertaste

My blood sugar spikes
My energy rises
I’m bouncing off the walls
(I’ll have to fill the holes in)
Riding on a high
Waiting for the comedown
I’m crashing on the floor
(Good thing I cleaned the carpet)

Where’s my emotional seasoning?
I’m like Gordon Ramsay
Always stuck in a nightmare
Where everything’s greasy
My emotional seasoning?
I’m like Gordon Ramsay
Always stuck in a nightmare
Where everything’s greasy

A muffin on my plate but I’m waiting
For a kitchen nightmare once again
Oh every breath I’d kill for some flavour
From white person seasoning

My blood sugar spikes
My energy rises
I’m bouncing off the walls
(I’ll have to fill the holes in)
Riding on a high
Waiting for the comedown
I’m crashing on the floor
(Good thing I cleaned the carpet)

Where’s my emotional seasoning?
I’m like Gordon Ramsay
Always stuck in a nightmare
Where everything’s greasy
My emotional seasoning
I’m like Gordon Ramsay
Always stuck in a nightmare
Where everything’s greasy

My emotional seasoning
I’m like Gordon Ramsay
Always stuck in a nightmare
Where everything’s greasy
My emotional seasoning
I’m like Gordon Ramsay
Always stuck in a nightmare
Where everything’s greasy

Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Would you look at the grease on that?
Where’s the lamb sauce?
Where’s the lamb sauce?
Where’s the goddamn lamb sauce?
Where’s the lamb sauce?
Where’s the lamb sauce?
Where’s the LAMB SAUCE?
WHERE IS IT?