Fortunate Ones – Did You Eat A Powdered Donut? Lyrics

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[Hook]:
Never get caught
The ginger bread man got nothing on you, right?
They say when pigs fly
But they drive cars with the blue and red lights
Searching for a vice
Devmolition on the lungs smoking weed, getting blown up
Popping pills
Feeling like you're now a true grown up
The answer to your question is a
Then a
Got some shit up in your nose
Did you eat a powdered donut?

Locked up with my family
Everyday she's letting one out
I feel excited every time her hand reaches
I hope it grabs me, so I know when my plan reaches
I turn your night into a circus with grand features
Juggling your life with mines it's so stupendous
They say my name because they fuck with me
Oh so endless
You got me in your grasp
Gee golly I'm happy
My name is Molly so gladly
To meet you tongue
I was waving through your teeth
And your throat was fun
I'mma help you see things that you couldn't enjoy
You'll probably go to a party where the niggas is coy
And them niggas will ploy
To give your kitty some milk
And your bum some change
Then your grill some meat
While I travel to your mind to make you feel complete
Then I'll chill with your liver till it's colder than a deadbeat dad
Then I'll swim out with the cum you had
Bitch

[Hook]

I've seen some parties and i've seen some days
Leaving my enthusiasts in the back of alleyways
They do me wrong so I sing this song to this day
I hope your kids based on genes
Will one day, pay for me
I was made for addiction and now you slave for me
I was made for reason and now you crave for me
I was made to heal, no reason to keep me concealed
In the back of automobiles
King of pop named me "Thrill"
And the Prince "Purple Rain"
I numbed his pain
It's such a shame
That I'm not more critically acclaimed
In the 80's
The muthafuckin 80's
They mixed me with some baking soda
And sold me for a Mercedes
A Mercedes?
I was smuggled in the ass crack of a lady
I was cut up and inhaled by a baby
In the pouch
Of a mother that don't even know the route
That I partake in past customs
And I'm pardoned by a sniff

[Hook]

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