Wiley - Food lyrics

[Intro] My belly hurts My belly is hurting me My belly hurts blud I want some food blud Yo Yo [Hook] FOOD (Blud my belly is hurting me blud) FOOD I'm hungry I want some FOOD I'm hungry and I want some flipping FOOD FOOD [Verse 1] (I want some kebab rudeboy) As soon as I step foot in the shop I know that I don't know what I want Chicken doner, kofte kebab or Lamb shish, or mixed special Sometimes I get a coffee Or some next one I can't say properly 'Llow it, so hungry I'm bitin' my lips Flippin' hell just get a portion of chips Blud that's too much salt on my chips I been bitin' my lips, are you thick, it stings I've lost my appetite, lickin the salt off my lips Throw the chips in the bin Normal, walk out the shop Don't forget to say "thank you boss" (ay, safe, safe) Walk to my yard, soon as I land Go find a toilet and jam [Hook] FOOD! (Don't you love it when you get some real good...) FOOD! (Not going out on street and eating all of that junk...) FOOD! (All that take-away and all of that sh**...) FOOD! [Verse 2] (I want some McD's... McDonald's!) So I pull up the drive through They like to call it the "McDrive" I'm waiting there for my food The lady comes, I look in her eyes I yell "yo!", then I start bussin' up At the drive through I always joke I ask for a large orange coke Or sometimes I ask for a small large fries (Some chips) I'm in my early twenties Pushin' a whip but I'm payin' in pennies When you get burgers, always check 'em I eat burgers in fifteen seconds Ketchup all over my face Sesame seeds all over the place As if that wasn't enough to spoil it Go home spend the rest of my life trapped in the toilet after the lock breaks and no-one hears my screams [Hook] FOOD! (Go home and eat some of that good..) FOOD! (After you been out on road, shottin' that...) FOOD! (Come get a big munch, munch that...) FOOD! (On that idiot ting...but na man...) [Verse 3] I ain't got no Ps today So I sit at my yard and check MySpace As per usual my belly rumbles Here comes mum to save the day I say "good afternoon" fix my face Then ask mum to fix me a plate Be polite if she's in a good mood I know I'll get some of that good food Rice, plantain, but no ackee I'm Nigerian, I deal with shaki Trusst me, it might not sound nice But I box dat back wid ground rice I ain't on a hype ting either I'll wash it down with a gla** of water I when I fill up my tummy Don't forget to say thank you mummy [Thanks mum, thanks mum] [outro] FOOD!... FOOD!... FOOD!... FOOD!... FOOOD!... FooD!