Have you ever went over a friends house to eat and the food just ain’t no good
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like wood
so you try to play it off like you think you can by saying that you’re full
and then your friend says momma he's just being polite he isn’t finished uh uh that's bull
so your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate
and your friend says man there's plenty of food so you pile some more on your plate
while the stinky foods steaming your mind starts to dreaming of the moment that it's time to leave
and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rotting into something that looks like cheese
oh so you say that's it, I got to leave this place I don’t care what these people think
I’m just sitting here making myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks.
So you bust out the door while it’s still closed still sick from the food you ate
and then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of kaopectate
and then you call your friend two weeks later to see how he has been
and he says I understand about the food baby bubbah but we're still friends.
