FOOD - Mia Gladstone

Cover yourself, bitch

Put on a fuckin' shirt

Hairy ass armpits

That shit is, gross

Cover myself, respect my health

Baby girl, don’t you never tell me, shit (Let it go, let it go, let it go)

I don’t wanna hear it, no (Let it go, let it go, let it go)

I go back and forth like a lover

Above the ground then I’m under, uh (Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)

I, put on a shirt, don’t dress like a man

Oh my God, don’t you never tell me, shit (Let it go, let it go, let it go)

I don’t like the spirit (Let it go, let it go, let it go)

Tryna get high with no company

You leave your mind in the gutter

I’m young and wise like a mother

(Bitch, back the fuck up)

I don’t feel like me, when you talkin'

Nah, I don’t feel like me, when you talkin'

All these weakness, damn this bitch can breathe

Not your honey, let me be

I don’t wanna eat, I don’t wanna eat