Hungry, hungry, yeah
Hungry, hungry, yeah
Hungry, hungry, mhm yeah
Hungry, hungry, mhm yeah

To say it's complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it
The new flavor in your ear
They know that I'm a problem, that's why everybody scared
Whatever doesn't kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up
Or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it 'til I'm full up
Wait hold up
Girl up in the mirror
Only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest
I told you I'm the illest

Sick, sick
Mm, hungry
Starving