Two More - 3st

Gimme two more

I got what they’re calling an addiction

I get what I want when I been itching

That feeling’s a target that I shoot for

So come on, come on

Gimme two more

Dawg these cookies fucking rock

I go to Subway

Any time I want a sandwich

A regular

I get to the front of the line

And this man that I never seen

College age rookie

Look me in the eyes and he ask me

If I’d buy a cookie

Normally I’d tell him no

But fuck it right

I chow down

And that cookie tasted something like

A happy maniac inside me

Had suddenly come to life

And I start acting out

Before I take another bite

I lose control of my senses

Before I know it I’m yelling

I screaming even like

These cookies is good

This average Joe at the register’s

Getting a cookie thrown at his head

Feel like I’m falling, something in them

Done pushed me over the edge

Going through emotions

I ain’t gone through before

Subway cookies dangerous

This could keep me up at night

I should stay away from this

But fuck it right

I tell that guy behind the counter

Gimme two more

I got what they’re calling an addiction

I get what I want when I been itching

That feeling’s a target that I shoot for

So come on, come on

Gimme two more

I got what they’re calling an addiction

I get what I want when I been itching

That feeling’s a target that I shoot for

So come on, come on

Gimme two more

Dawg these cookies fucking rock

These cookies is good

Good?

That night I didn’t sleep

That cookie-giving prick

I really think that he addicted me

To cookies laced with nicotine

Cause I got this intrinsic need

That will increase until it reach infinity

Where those Subway cookies

Are the only thing I wish to eat

Call my boss to say I’m skipping work

I have to solve this panging problem

Before it gets worse

I slam the pedal of my Chevy

And I gun it

I got words for that worker

And it’s time that I confront him

Kick the door in

Like nothing’s ever been this important

Throwing a fit and storming

Up to that bitch employee

Front like it’s your boy

We met yesterday

I bet you ain’t expect I’d come again today

Anyway

It’s your fault that I got this problem

You gave me insomnia

Now I’m playing hooky

I told you give me two more

But now I need all of them

I need all the subway cookies

Judging by the hint on his face

This kid is mistaken this is a game

But I got an addiction to satiate

And I ain’t gon' let a

Drip who gets paid minimum wage

Get in the way

So I pick and take the whole fricken display

To my car and as I’m whipping away

I roll down the window and say…

I got what they’re calling an addiction

I get what I want when I been itching

That feeling’s a target that I shoot for

So come on, come on

Gimme two more

I got what they’re calling an addiction

I get what I want when I been itching

That feeling’s a target that I shoot for

So come on, come on

Gimme two more

Dawg these cookies fucking rock

These cookies is good

Good?

These Subway cookies is

Fucking good

Gimme two more

I got what they’re calling an addiction

I get what I want when I been itching

That feeling’s a target that I shoot for

So come on, come on

Gimme two more

I got what they’re calling an addiction

I get what I want when I been itching

That feeling’s a target that I shoot for

So come on, come on

Gimme two more