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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#10,416 in subgenre
Peak #2
Charts
Peak #2
Author
Brake Thugs-N-Melody & JTX
Rights
jtsai
Uploaded
July 28, 2007
Track Files
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:52
Lyrics
INTRO
Yo, this chicken greasy like a mo'fucker, too greasy
Nah, nothin' can be too greasy
HOOK
I tried so hard, can't seem to get away from calories
Man I tried so hard, will always be a victim of these sweets
It ain't my fault cuz I was born suffering from diabetes
And still I try so hard, hoping one day a doc will rescue me
But until then, I'll be posted up right here steaks, cakes, swiss rolls
But until then, I'll be posted up right here with ding dongs & ho-hos
VERSE 1
First, let me explain that I'm just a fat man
And I work at a bakery, so im havin' a hard time stayin' on track man
My stomach be racin', and I don't even know what I'm cravin' yet
Been in and out of potato chips, I'm startin' to see that it's me where the complications at
But I'm eatin snacks, prayin' that, you get that piece of meatloaf
I thought I was full, but really I'm starvin', but I was too hungry to see
I was in the fast lane eatin' my dreams
And then it seemed when the dinner came, it just got me
Goin' crazyyyy, (chicken potpie) CHICKEN--I get so tired trying to eat it
The struggle to eat just becomes greater
I need to go to the doctors but I'll put that shit off till later
HOOK
VERSE 2
It's like I'm takin five steps forward, and ten steps back
Tryna get ahead of my stomach but I can't seem to get it flat
And I keep runnin' past the foods that say they love me the most
How could I create the distance when it's supposed to be close? And uh
I just don't know but I be out here sayin' feed me and
It's like a curse cuz I can shake this ground beneath me and
Dr. Phil would you help me? And stop this pain
I keep inflictin' on my tummy (tummy)
Cookin' and fryin' (fryin'), bakin' and heatin' (heatin')
And losin' sight of what I supposed to be eatin' (eatin')
It's hard to manage but no foods a challenge and man
And I'm slippin' can't lose my appetite and tryin' not to panic
HOOK
VERSE 3
I see my diet won't change (won't change) I'm stuck with these pounds
As soon as I get up my ass keeps pullin' me back down
Got me sayin' "God my stomach hurts", so used to all this junk food
That I don't understand how a diet works
Packin' down sweets, my fat brothas know what I mean
Models standin' before us, they tryna give us jealousy
So I watch TV, never gettin' up (get up)
Got some ice cream, no fat free, hot fudge
Today same buffet gotta move fast to get all-I-can-eat
If I throw up then I'll start anew
Gotta eat til I turn blue, I'm so fat I can't see my shoes
HOOK
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