Life ain't like a box of chocolates
If you do it right
Won't be a forgotten optimist
Who disappears at night
If you give it all you got
Sounds like a win to me
The square ones taste like chalk
You should give 'em to me
You should give them all to him
Hell will take good care
Till his face grows thin
Or is eaten by a bear
That is some stupid ass shit I bet you never heard of
That is what these guys are sayin' if you ever heard 'em
If I had the chance I don't think id hurt 'em
Only in the record sales not a bullet in they sternum
I don't shoot guns wear chains none of the above
Just a white boy from north Tustin tryin' to get some buzz
What's the fuss about me bein' pretentious
I can rap in the presence of anyone's attention
I hear these playas and they talking bout they scrilla
But they the flavor of the week and I'm vanilla
You might think that's plain I'm vain or a villain
But its like they're the dough and God dammit I'm the fillin'
What kinda fillin'
Double chocolate cheesecake fillin'
Top to bottom left to right through and through
Versace on my Maserati I go potty like my mama taught me
And I'm headed to the stalls so don't y'all stop me
Sleeping willow on my pillow with my yellow fellows
They ain't Asian just equations to the pills I gotta pop so
Pops know he presribin' thought a little
Prize and its surprising
So many bribin' for a dollar
They all holla in the halls of
Prestigious egregious academies'
Half of me wants blast memes
To the past of the last century
Don't mention the moms who drop bombs
On the rings they cling to the thing that
Keeps fiends from friends I tend to blend in
With these at ease soldier please we got miles and miles to be free
Go ham broham brochacho got your back
Only if its your spot though so no chat
Go splat go pat go pat go pat go pat
Go DJ... oh wait that's me
Go DJ oh wait its p
Go DJ oh wait I'm free its Godiva double chocolate cheesecake ya see
It ain't a dream don't scream your life shines
You might be blind in hindsight but its aight
We move on
Next page
Skip the chapter
Got money
Got a raptor
Chris Bosh
His boss
Pat Reilly
I'm finally
Takin' after
Mad hatter
Or Mr. Rogers
Take the latter
It no matter
I'm a patter
Ask my dada
It ain't DODA
Off your iMac
With the soda
Hit that quota
For the week
Slow the beat
Speed up
Run faster
Not your masta'
That's the past a
Not the pasta
Ain't no spaghetti
You ain't ready
For my heavy barf
Bleh
It's out
I don't spit
It's the Godiva double chocolate cheesecake takin' over my shit
See all those sweets getting on your pretty little fingers
Turn on the faucet
Place hands below
Pull the towels
Before you hit that soap
When you think GDCC you should think
SOAP because Winsel Kitchens PP or any other
A B B R E V ation
Could a be a deviation
From the pastry
Placed inside your your greedy little pinkies
I think it's wasted
Life ain't like a box of chocolates
If you do it right
Won't be a forgotten optimist
Who disappears at night
If you give it all you got
Sounds like a win to me
The square ones taste like chalk
You should give 'em to me
Winsel Kitchens - Godiva Double Chocolate Cheescake Lyrics
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Life ain't like a box of chocolates
If you do it right
Won't be a forgotten optimist
Who disappears at night
If you give it all you got
Sounds like a win to me
The square ones taste like chalk
You should give 'em to me
You should give them all to him
Hell will take good care
Till his face grows thin
Or is eaten by a bear
That is some stupid ass shit I bet you never heard of
That is what these guys are sayin' if you ever heard 'em
If I had the chance I don't think id hurt 'em
Only in the record sales not a bullet in they sternum
I don't shoot guns wear chains none of the above
Just a white boy from north Tustin tryin' to get some buzz
What's the fuss about me bein' pretentious
I can rap in the presence of anyone's attention
I hear these playas and they talking bout they scrilla
But they the flavor of the week and I'm vanilla
You might think that's plain I'm vain or a villain
But its like they're the dough and God dammit I'm the fillin'
What kinda fillin'
Double chocolate cheesecake fillin'
Top to bottom left to right through and through
Versace on my Maserati I go potty like my mama taught me
And I'm headed to the stalls so don't y'all stop me
Sleeping willow on my pillow with my yellow fellows
They ain't Asian just equations to the pills I gotta pop so
Pops know he presribin' thought a little
Prize and its surprising
So many bribin' for a dollar
They all holla in the halls of
Prestigious egregious academies'
Half of me wants blast memes
To the past of the last century
Don't mention the moms who drop bombs
On the rings they cling to the thing that
Keeps fiends from friends I tend to blend in
With these at ease soldier please we got miles and miles to be free
Go ham broham brochacho got your back
Only if its your spot though so no chat
Go splat go pat go pat go pat go pat
Go DJ... oh wait that's me
Go DJ oh wait its p
Go DJ oh wait I'm free its Godiva double chocolate cheesecake ya see
It ain't a dream don't scream your life shines
You might be blind in hindsight but its aight
We move on
Next page
Skip the chapter
Got money
Got a raptor
Chris Bosh
His boss
Pat Reilly
I'm finally
Takin' after
Mad hatter
Or Mr. Rogers
Take the latter
It no matter
I'm a patter
Ask my dada
It ain't DODA
Off your iMac
With the soda
Hit that quota
For the week
Slow the beat
Speed up
Run faster
Not your masta'
That's the past a
Not the pasta
Ain't no spaghetti
You ain't ready
For my heavy barf
Bleh
It's out
I don't spit
It's the Godiva double chocolate cheesecake takin' over my shit
See all those sweets getting on your pretty little fingers
Turn on the faucet
Place hands below
Pull the towels
Before you hit that soap
When you think GDCC you should think
SOAP because Winsel Kitchens PP or any other
A B B R E V ation
Could a be a deviation
From the pastry
Placed inside your your greedy little pinkies
I think it's wasted
Life ain't like a box of chocolates
If you do it right
Won't be a forgotten optimist
Who disappears at night
If you give it all you got
Sounds like a win to me
The square ones taste like chalk
You should give 'em to me
If you do it right
Won't be a forgotten optimist
Who disappears at night
If you give it all you got
Sounds like a win to me
The square ones taste like chalk
You should give 'em to me
You should give them all to him
Hell will take good care
Till his face grows thin
Or is eaten by a bear
That is some stupid ass shit I bet you never heard of
That is what these guys are sayin' if you ever heard 'em
If I had the chance I don't think id hurt 'em
Only in the record sales not a bullet in they sternum
I don't shoot guns wear chains none of the above
Just a white boy from north Tustin tryin' to get some buzz
What's the fuss about me bein' pretentious
I can rap in the presence of anyone's attention
I hear these playas and they talking bout they scrilla
But they the flavor of the week and I'm vanilla
You might think that's plain I'm vain or a villain
But its like they're the dough and God dammit I'm the fillin'
What kinda fillin'
Double chocolate cheesecake fillin'
Top to bottom left to right through and through
Versace on my Maserati I go potty like my mama taught me
And I'm headed to the stalls so don't y'all stop me
Sleeping willow on my pillow with my yellow fellows
They ain't Asian just equations to the pills I gotta pop so
Pops know he presribin' thought a little
Prize and its surprising
So many bribin' for a dollar
They all holla in the halls of
Prestigious egregious academies'
Half of me wants blast memes
To the past of the last century
Don't mention the moms who drop bombs
On the rings they cling to the thing that
Keeps fiends from friends I tend to blend in
With these at ease soldier please we got miles and miles to be free
Go ham broham brochacho got your back
Only if its your spot though so no chat
Go splat go pat go pat go pat go pat
Go DJ... oh wait that's me
Go DJ oh wait its p
Go DJ oh wait I'm free its Godiva double chocolate cheesecake ya see
It ain't a dream don't scream your life shines
You might be blind in hindsight but its aight
We move on
Next page
Skip the chapter
Got money
Got a raptor
Chris Bosh
His boss
Pat Reilly
I'm finally
Takin' after
Mad hatter
Or Mr. Rogers
Take the latter
It no matter
I'm a patter
Ask my dada
It ain't DODA
Off your iMac
With the soda
Hit that quota
For the week
Slow the beat
Speed up
Run faster
Not your masta'
That's the past a
Not the pasta
Ain't no spaghetti
You ain't ready
For my heavy barf
Bleh
It's out
I don't spit
It's the Godiva double chocolate cheesecake takin' over my shit
See all those sweets getting on your pretty little fingers
Turn on the faucet
Place hands below
Pull the towels
Before you hit that soap
When you think GDCC you should think
SOAP because Winsel Kitchens PP or any other
A B B R E V ation
Could a be a deviation
From the pastry
Placed inside your your greedy little pinkies
I think it's wasted
Life ain't like a box of chocolates
If you do it right
Won't be a forgotten optimist
Who disappears at night
If you give it all you got
Sounds like a win to me
The square ones taste like chalk
You should give 'em to me
Writer: Patrick Parkhill
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid