Comfort Food

I got a bad feeling about this
Final Round. Fight!
Ain’t about the comfort, I got agents undercover
All of them armed with katanas protecting me and my brothers
Try to blow my brains out, I’ll survive it like Malala
I can’t get my suit dirty, gotta look good for your mother
It goes like (What! What! What!)
Said it goes like (What! What! What!)
Cold-blooded (What! What! What!)
I don’t stutter (What! What! What!)
I can’t explain it
One day it’s this, one day it’s that
I’m in the matrix
I cannot risk not pressing wax, not staying nameless
Try a new dish, write a new track
Out of containment
Dead or alive, Schroedinger’s cat (Uh)
Yeezy Quantums on my feet, why don’t you come follow me
Close your eyes and count to three, life’s a game of hide and seek
Want my fac on a magazine, want my place in a movie scne
She said I’m the one like I’m Billie Jean, you can dig me like I’m
You can catch me on a first-class flight
on the way to the hotel
She was wondering if I’m a human being
Told her there’s just two rules: don’t ask, don’t tell
Sitting next to you, did I really think this through
Is it only really fun in the moment? Ah well
You get taken on the spot
Meet me at the old cathedral, 7 on the dot
I might make you mine if you make noodles in a pot
Then she told me Mi Goreng’s her favourite, oh my god
Ain’t about the comfort, I got agents undercover
All of them armed with katanas protecting me and my brothers
Try to blow my brains out, I’ll survive it like Malala
I can’t get my suit dirty, gotta look good for your mother
It goes like (What! What! What!)
Said it goes like (What! What! What!)
Cold-blooded (What! What! What!)
I don’t stutter (What! What! What!)
(What! What! What!)
(What! What! What!)
(What! What! What!)
(What! What! What!)
Ain’t about the comfort, I got agents undercover
All of them armed with katanas protecting me and my brothers
Try to blow my brains out, I’ll survive it like Malala
I can’t get my suit dirty, gotta look good for your mother
It goes like (What! What! What!)
Said it goes like (What! What! What!)
Cold-blooded (What! What! What!)
I don’t stutter (What! What! What!)