Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spanky, artist - MC Chris. Album song MC Chris Is Dreaming, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: mc chris
Song language: English
Spanky |
I was the cutest kid, man, you should’ve seen me |
People pinched my cheeks, they wanted me on TV |
When puberty premiered I felt weird and started eating |
Weight accumulated, never sated, always feeding |
I was a fat kid… back in the '80s |
I liked french fries, no aioli, no gravy |
I wouldn’t share (uh-uh) no matter your name |
The fatter I became the sadder I sat ashamed |
Picked last, no friends, called fat at the table |
My father found no fault because he’s also enabled |
Food’ll fix it was the ticket but that made matters worse |
Now I’m the current carrier of a corpulent curse |
No matter what the dish is only wish is it’s hot |
Metabolism was malicious, it was slower than sloths |
Every bite became a burden, every servin' was unnervin' |
Starving kids in China remind ya you don’t deserve it |
Too little for larges, too massive for medium |
People look at me and say «What the fuck are they feedin' him?» |
They don’t design these dungarees 32 by 28 |
So I’m rolling up my cuffs and I’m feeling overweight |
Other kids were even bigger but somehow succeeded socially |
I wanted to be popular obviously wasn’t supposed to be |
I was hoping we could openly obsess over obesity |
I’m always losin' weight that’s why I say «You want a piece of me?» |
Addiction introduction my affliction was fat |
Wore a shirt when I went swimming, a slimming effect on my flab |
Locker rooms were lethal tombs, my body would be exposed |
While they’d creep into the showers, secretly slip on all my clothes |
In the winter of my years it appears I’m a simple fool |
Life is in the middle, problems the same as middle school |
Always feelin' empty even though I’m feelin' full |
A treat will try to tempt me, it’s deadly, I’m seeing skulls |
Back in Brooklyn I was broken, I’d watch joggers from the window |
Never believe it, couldn’t do Wii Fit; |
I was anemic on Nintendo |
But then I jogged a single mile, you should’ve seen my dentals |
My limits were just figments; |
turns out everything is mental |
Too little for larges, too massive for medium |
People look at me and say «What the fuck are they feedin' him?» |
They don’t design these dungarees 32 by 28 |
So I’m rolling up my cuffs and I’m feeling overweight |