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sertraline on an empty stomach - noelleallowed lyrics

[intro]
i don’t f*ck with lean, that sh*t just make my tummy hurt
take my sertraline, last night i almost felt it wear out

on empty stomach, i can’t do sh*t
on empty stomach, i can’t do a thing
i gotta eat breakfast in the morning
otherwise, i’m useless as a b*tch

[verse]
2025 my salary, you don’t get jack sh*t, honey, your money pathetic
you people do not give a f*ck what i say, y’all prolly won’t notice if i rapped in flemish
das nog nen ander ding, gie verkleedt als e clown, kzou toch denken “die sh*t is ne kermis”
kgoan e ké op ne tournee goan zunder e visa, b*tch ik ben dennis thе menace

pretty hoе make you fold in an instant, zero pressure, you still l!cking her floors
hoe from the suburbs wan do long distance, i told that b*tch to just leave out the door

i ain’t gon quit for a long ass time, i’ma stay rapping till i’m like 54
i been greedy as a b*tch lately, saw my bank account, i said b*tch gimme more

how the f*ck you gon’ tell me to grow up? you 26 on a digicore type beat
how the f*ck you gon’ tell me i’m washed up? you 26 making digicore type beats
i’ma retire with over a milly, you’ll be 95 still on digicore type beats
when ai take over the world and you die, your ghost still gon be on digicore type beats
[verse]
when i f*ck up the take, that sh*t still hard
this sh*t is easy, you think that it’s hard
i take the train, i said f*ck cars
i’m from europe, i don’t need a car

walkable city, i walk to the bank
walkable city, i walk to delhaize
b*tch, my songs like creme, they fraishe
and my beats always be sweet, like fraise

this f*ggot a 6/10, tom clancy
my life a cartoon, billy and mandy
these hoes eat anything up like it’s candy, i had to show em what it really can be

you on my d*ck, i’m just eating spaghetti
you gotta figure out who your real friends be
when i drop a song, sh*t turn to a frenzy
hope that i don’t get shot like kennedy

white man from arkansas talking bout guns, you not a rapper, you a country boy
i think you lyin’ bout all that designer, you spend all your money on feral p*rn

i’m so tired of gimmick rappers, blow up people with actual talent
and i’m tired of bart de wever, put someone in charge that actually matters

- noelleallowed lyrics

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