1984Eats
Feeling groovy cause it's the right time
My mind moving swiftly through the aisle of flatulent denial
I've got a lot riding on how well I ace this
So
When I serve you with the Jambon please don't get to faulting
Or even think of setting up the fortress
I don't need no returns, got a lot in the coffers
But
I still work for them dollars and them sterlings and the pot of gold
I'll never walk alone
Or ever tire, my mindset will get me higher
Or well I hope
So let me know if you're the leprechaun with the bag of gold
Sometimes I wonder would they get to guessing
Fist full of oyster, sauce, bit depressing
Out in London
Eating with no sparred expense, spare me the sermon, pass the ribs, pastor get to jerking
For them fine buttermilk styled fried chicken
I'm eating Lobster with my bae and I'm indifferent..
I'm getting velvet from Lola cakes and getting heavy with it
Applewood bacon, Swiss cheese, gruyere!
Kimchi, Cheddar, Antarctic, tooth fish, I'm heavy
Catch me at Big Easy sometime in Avril
Je Mange on that pulled pork, no duck, unless it's Four seasons
Je mange on that Soft shell, Hutong and that's all well
But I'm not piggy backing on no dying donkeys
1984 was more like Reaganomics
And even then Big Brother was still watching
I hear the clicks in my phone calls..
You know the Feds are still lurking