Hungry hungry yeah. Hungry hungry yeah. Hungry hungry mhm yeah. Hungry hungry mhm yeah. To say it's complicated understatement of the year. Well maybe conflict made it. The new flavor in your ear. They know that I'm a problem that's why everybody scared. Whatever doesn't kill you can make you an ill-ionaire. Uh just turn the headphones up. Or make the windows roll up. I make they hands go up. When I show up and I blow it 'til I'm full up. Wait hold up. Girl up in the mirror. Only one I fear uh. You say you the realest. I told you I'm the illest. Sick sick. Mm hungry. Starving