Decided to eat light today and before y'all say it's burnt I like it that way I even used a plate this time

There was a lot more on the plate but I have a bad habit of eating before I'm done frying

I just woke up so this is my breakfast cause my breakfast is when I want it to be

Now a poem about bread:

Bread

Bread is more than flour and heat,

It carries comfort in every slice.

Fresh from the oven, warm and soft,

It turns ordinary moments into something special.

Shared at the table with family or friends,

It reminds us that simple things can bring the greatest joy.

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A loaf of bread may seem small,

But it has a way of making a house feel like home.

AND NOW THE LYRICS OF ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS:

Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?

If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo

I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential

I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?

If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo

I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential

I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

Damn, why bitches pressin' on my keys?

Said he tryna do the birds that be comin' with the bees

If you tryna do a race, then I'm winnin' with the ease

I be walkin' around his house, you be ridin' on your knees

I'm a bitch, I'm a freak seven days of the week

They gon' bring me up and shit, but I'm in the bed sleep

If I tell her man a secret, it's a secret he gon' keep

Ain't no faith in their relation, I'm just tryin' to-

I'm not finished

Throw it back, keep my peace

Go and give him somethin' to eat

He be grinnin' really happy when he's suckin' on my feet

Sip my tea, pushin' P all over the magazines

Say it wasn't what it was, but it what it had to be

Quarantine, real clean, washin' her like a machine

I ain't fuckin' with these bitches, don't care if they fuck with me

I'm a king, I'm a queen, and everything in between

She had a clout chaser shit, do anything for the streams

Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?

If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo

I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential

I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?

If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo

I be runnin' all this shit, like I'm runnin' presidential

I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?

Like damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? (Damn, damn, damn)

Why bitches pressin' my piano?

I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental

Like.

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Have a nice day

u/YouLongjumping6696 — 3 months ago