Mike Larry Draw The filler

Tekst piosenki

Fried chicken hasn’t been the same since back in the day
Genetic modified fuckery laid on my plate
I feel the country has made attempts to spit in my face
Everything tapped in my place tracking my sudden mistakes
Trapping ain’t even the case I’m asking why these niggas hate
These rivers and giving you fresh waters to taste?
High orders of steak. A1 indregence glass of wine on a tray
House of wine as I recline to Amy wine house