Cum WRLD - Diabetes
From the cookies
He ate away, I don't think he's leaving his chair
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a diabetic, its hard for him to roam
Ain't no veggies, just the candy he knows
He problem solves with insulin
His world revolves around his blood sugar
The same blood sugar that's in place of his brain, uh
Diabetes, he has diabetes
No vegetables
Don't tempt him, he'll break the scale
Tote donut-holes

Yeah I'm keepin it real, real, um
Keepin' it real, uh yeah
Weight gets tough, shit is getting big
He don't know how to feel
Swallowing all that food
Know his blood feels
Needle laying here
Needs his insulin, uh
There ain't no insulin
Feels like he's going fat but still eats a lot of food
Keeping his virginity up in Rodondo, beach, beach, beach
He still fat as fuck then and he still fat as fuck still, still, still
Bein him, he rocks insulin
These arteries be cloggin, he dyin
These pills savin him
Fatrolls squishing me
Oh my, oh me, how food kills him slowly
Lonely, he been gettin no pussy
Heart, feel like cardiac arresting
Low key I been telling him the signs
But all he can smell is a scent of the food
From the cookies
He ate away, I don't think he's leaving his chair
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a diabetic, its hard for him to roam
Ain't no veggies, just the candy he knows
He problem solves with insulin
His world revolves around his blood sugar
The same blood sugar that's in place of his brain, uh
Diabetes, he has diabetes
No vegetables
Don't tempt him, he'll break the scale
Tote donut-holes

He ain't vegan
Only thing vegan is his poop
Fight for government assistance
Gotta keep weight up slicin good cake up
Hold his hand, lobotomize his brain
Dont look back, he ain't skinny no more
Gon' get to the muffins, his blood sugar wants war
Yeah, he was put here to lead the virgins
Exhale afrikaans as his brother blows
These are the laws of living in LA
He's a perfectly imperfect fatboy
Rose from the cum, his mouth was on a mission
Never gave a fuck, really drinks 10 cups of coffee
Now he lives it up, injecting 10 ounces of insulin
He dont give a fuck, really drinks 10 cups of coffee
Now he lives it up, injecting 10 ounces of insulin
From the cookies
He ate away, I don't think he's leaving his chair
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a diabetic, its hard for him to roam
Ain't no veggies, just the candy he knows
He problem solves with insulin
His world revolves around his blood sugar
The same blood sugar that's in place of his brain, uh
Diabetes, he has diabetes
No vegetables
Don't tempt him, he'll break the scale
Tote donut-holes