Pretty Patterns
Roll That Dough
Yeah, What's good
Uh, this one's for you Diego
We know we both dead inside
Let's hit it

I do the rocking with my boy in the street downtown
Smelling something goodly lookin' for it like a clown
Oh shit I see burritos and tacos!? amigos
Let's go my friends, and drag it low
I know there's no meaning left in this old soul
Roll that dough, fill my emptiness, slow

Working to pay, everyday
Slaving away to society
Fucking cliché I'm breaking away
Ay, ay, enchiladas will you not help me, release my dismay

Oh, im back
To my meaningless cold soul
Roll that dough, fill my emptiness, slow