Sandwiches

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Nick Austin

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(The sandwich is practically an American institution
It is a basic essential for lunchboxes, parties and picnics
As far as these boys are concerned, well
Hamburgers and hot-dogs are their idea of a really good meal
But there are sandwiches and sandwiches)
Bitch I'll be making these tracks till I die, bet you won't figure out why
Something like maybe it's just in my nature the same way
My son knows already to shoot for the sky
Said on the millionth try, f*ck out the way on the climb
Yall have been building it wrong you the mortar-less brick
I'm the mortar that's coming for You when you look up like f*ck it's my time
I'm the ghost of your past, your present arriving to tell you
That you have no future in this
The voice that you hear when you write all those shitty-ass lyrics
And question the Meaning of shit
Way too involved with these lines they go through me
The channel is spitting Courageous and lit
You way too involved with these lines they go through you till deviate sept
I'm right There with your bitch
Hey
This
Wanna
Play
This
I'm, I'm her favorite
Yeah, yeah, bitch
Moving weightless
Out my way, shit
You done made the list, watch me whip it up (Whip it up)
You running circles in cellars, amazement, I'm running up check the pages
Your work dumb as shit
Man, I run this shit do you get the gist aint no touching this
When you fire, miss, when I fire, mist
I'm on fire, shit, don't get tired, bitch
Like whoah, whoah
All this time and no growth, oh
You can't write lines you blow, blow
Money, weed and, oh no, oh no
You just too caught up in your circumstance
No vision, no vision, no vision, no vision just stay where you are
(Just stay where you Are)
Stay where you are (Just stay where you are, just stay where you are)
Just stay where you are (Just stay where you are)
(A wise young homemaker using good techniques and equipment and a little Imagination
Can turn a sandwich into festive fare
The bread was toasted quickly in the broiler
And the rarebit is nearly ready to serve)
(Oh, shit)
My youth is on the boarder (Okay)
My mind, she is a hoarder (Mhmm)
Save dimes, nickels, quarters
Bitch I'm like, bitch I'm like, bitch I'm like f*ck, put in my order
I want a million for me
Two million for Cooper
Three million for Mom, and that's medium rare
A new set of keys
The sense that you sense when the world is a mess but you lit up the lair
Are you getting this
I want a purpose in life and I know that shit only gets cooked on the grill
I need the marks on me showing the work and the scars
To tell all of these people to Chill
(Now it's time to serve)
F*ck man, I been writing all day
Fifth cup of coffee and I feel like Ima fly away
Maybe I'm a loose chain
Moving to the refrain
Gotta get up and make an effort to believe that it will be okay
Yall don't think I'm making moves to get me there, hey
I'm in a problem, but Ima solve it, cause I accomplish
And bitch I polish, I polish to demolish what you started
So now I just need a minute to Plan- wait a minute
I need a minute to plan out the murder
I been coming for you from the moment I could write
A certi-fied motherfucker just lurking at the window of the words
You think you wrote to get you where you wanna be, word
I know you got a million reasons you think it'll be okay
But I carry a million and fucking One
So you can lock the doors on your shit
But it doesn't matter when you gotta buy a truck
To carry the size of this gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's another one down for the count, the list keeps growing
Running out of room for the rappers that I body
Now I gotta go buy me a bigger house cause they keep on showing up
I am the reason you're stuck
Think you can write like I do cause I doubt it
It's hard to stay focused enough to write Lyrics
Or rap 'em with you on my nuts

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