Lyrics Burrito - CZARFACE
I
gotta
beat
this
damn
line,
it's
only
10:50
They
open
doors
at
11,
but
yo
I'm
in
a
rush
I
got
the
money
to
swing
it
as
though
I'm
Ken
Griffey
But
so
does
this
bum
in
front
of
me,
smellin'
like
a
Lush
That
mental
woman
in
front
of
him
who
forgot
to
brush
She's
in
pajama
pants,
sippin'
on
an
orange
Crush
The
door's
open,
let's
get
it
goin,
let's
speed
it
up
They
lookin'
up
at
the
menu
like
they
ain't
seen
it
once
"Hmm
I'd
like
the
carnitas
and
possibly
the
barbacoa
Actually,
I'll
have
the
chicken,
sir,
'cause
my
heart
is
slower"
But
me,
I
get
the
same
shit,
every
time
From
the
same
kid,
every
time
And
he
doesn't
recognize
me,
every
time
So
I
gotta
say
it
over,
every
time
Normally,
I'm
not
the
type
to
bitch
But
look,
um,
you're
being
kinda
stingy
on
the
scoopage
I
asked
for
double
meat,
and
man
I
know
you're
not
a
new
kid
So
why
you
tryna
screw
me
out
of
food,
you
think
I'm
stupid?
I
throw
him
10
bucks,
tell
him
keep
the
nickel
tip,
and
I
grab
a
fork
and
grab
a
seat
and
eat
it
extra
quick,
and
Suddenly
I'm
feeling
queasy,
kinda
extra
sick
and
Sweatin
bullets,
tell
me
what
was
in
that
bitter
chicken
My
stomach
twistin'
and
turnin'
and
now
my
head
is
spinnin'
I
stagger
out
the
booth
and
bump
into
a
group
of
women
They
treat
me
like
a
leper
'cause
I'm
looking
ill,
as
in
sick
I
got
chills
and
I'm
wishin'
for
a
new
beginning
I
need
room
to
sit
in,
I
need
a
room
to
shit
in
It
seems
like
everybody
else
that
ordered
food
is
grinnin'
In
a
panic,
I
hit
the
bathroom
like
"open
up"
But
there's
no
fucking
answer,
and
the
doors:
they're
bolted
shut
I
try
and
get
an
employee
and
she's
like
"yo
whats
up"
I
said
"I
gotta
get
inside,
I
feel
like
throwin'
up"
Well
I'm
prairie
doggin'
everything
I'm
dancing
by
myself
like
Billy
Idol
tryna
hold
it
in
Finally,
I'm
in,
I'm
sprayin'
like
an
automatic
Ratta-tat-tat,
and
then
all
the
puke
and
shit
scattered
It's
safe
to
say
this
is
a
shitty
way
to
start
the
weekend
I'm
feelin
weakened,
got
Chipotle
comin
out
of
each
end
When
you
consider
what
I
ate,
it
probably
makes
complete
sense
Plus
the
guy
that
served
it
looked
like
three-tenths
of
a
Weakened
dead's(?)
freak
with
a
deep
sense
of
allegiance
to
Pete
Wentz
Hence
the
motherfuckin
pretense
It's
lookin
like
I
need
some
Depends
The
bile
comin
out
of
me
could
fill
up
the
deep-end
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is
revenge
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