Lloyd MSUX - Cooking Up Lyrics

All I wanna
All I wanna
All I wanna
All I wanna
All I wanna
All I wanna
All I wanna
All I wanna
All I wanna do is role in the bedroom
And I got a hundred grand in my budget for the night
All I wanna
Ah, ah, all I wanna
Ah, ah, all, all, all, all, all, all
For the night
For the night
She's in the kitchen, cooking up some nuggets
Listening to hip-hop, it's like a drug
It's a guilty pleasure, she knows it's wrong
Can't resist, cravings too strong
Headphones on, feeling the beat
Rhymes so sick, like a heartbeat
Cooking up a storm but feeling so low
Wishing she could take that coke and let it flow
Kids are watching waiting for their meal
She's got a guilty secret to conceal
Cravings too strong, can't resist
Like a moth to a flame can't dismiss
Cooking up a storm, feeling so cold
Guilt is overwhelming, feeling so old
F*cking bills to pay
Keep the bailiffs away
Trapped in her mind
Can't find her way
Like a bird in a cage, can't fly away
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Where the f*ck is the daddy?
Ohhhh
Where the f*ck is the daddy?
Ohhhh
She's in the kitchen, cooking up some nuggets
Listening to hip-hop, it's like a drug
(Where the f*ck is the daddy?)
It's a guilty pleasure, she knows it's wrong
Can't resist, cravings too strong
Headphones on, feeling the beat
Rhymes so sick, it's like a heartbeat
Cooking up a storm, feeling so low
Wishing she could take that coke and let it flow
Kids are watching waiting for their meal
She's got a guilty secret, trying to conceal
The cravings too strong, she can't resist
Like a moth to a flame, she can't dismiss
Cooking up a storm, but feeling so cold
Guilt is overwhelming, feeling so old
Like a bird in a cage can't fly away
Trapped in her mind
Can't find her way
F*cking bills to pay
Keep the bailiffs away
Ohhh
Where the f*ck is the daddy?
Ohhh
She's in the kitchen, cooking up some nuggets
Listening to hip-hop, it's like a drug
It's a guilty pleasure, she knows it's wrong
Can't resist, cravings too strong
Headphones on, feeling the beat
Rhyme's so sick, it's like a heartbeat
Cooking up a storm, but feeling so low
Wishing she could take that coke and let it flow
Kids are watching waiting for their meal
She's got a guilty secret to conceal
Cravings too strong, she can't resist
Like a moth to a flame, she can't dismiss
Cooking up a storm feeling so cold
Guilt is overwhelming feeling so old
F*cking bills to pay
Keep the bailiffs away
Trapped in her mind can't find her way
Like a bird in a cage can't fly away