Butter and Cheese

Butter and cheese,
You sons of bitches have some dirty tricks
Under the sleeve
Took a driven man’s hand made him
Under achieve
Hit my Dad now you’re back here
Fucking with me
Recalling how I used to cut and
run like the breeze
At breakneck speed
Now I’m
clutching my knees
Huffing and puffing to breathe
I’m disgusted by that same shit I
Love and I need
to cut you out, but I can’t get
enough I’m a fiend
Healthy meals fall apart when
I smother my greens
Spread a hunk in between my chocolate
muffin and eat it
Like its nothing, I feast
til I’m stuffed, its obscene
Start the day on track and fuck it up by the eve
Blame my family genes, blame the Ruffles and beans
Blame my mother for feeding me her gumbo supreme
Blame my country for leaving me no other cuisine
When I know I should blame no one other than me
When I’m broke I concede, chicken nuggets are cheaper
Fruit cups are at least three more bucks so I reach for
the lowest in cost, now my gut has the reap
What I sewed, and I know, I’m in trouble, its deep
I day dream of the day
I’ve got a cutted physique
Walk past some fine ladies, make ‘em
Blush in their cheeks
But instead of the gym
I succumb to defeat
Mind numbing TV in a comfortable seat
Tomorrow I’ll redeem with a supper that’s lean, right
But then I feel the rumbles hit the cupboard and cheat
Many promises made, a small number I keep
You made muscles obese
butter and cheese