Lyrics
<SONG_DETAILS>
[KEY: F Major ]
[STYLE: 90'S Pop]
[RHYTHM: Too]
[VOCALS: ricardo_wences_style]
[VOCAL_STYLE: Falsetto]
[VOCAL_RANGE: wide]
[VOCAL_TECHNIQUE: soothing_breath]
[VOCAL_TECHNIQUE: full_voice_accents]
[VOCAL_DELIVERY: pitch]
[VOCAL_ATTITUDE: sweet]
[LYRICS: creative]
[LYRICS: whispers]
[PERFORMANCE: energetic]
[VOCAL_EFFECTS: slight_pronunciation
[VOCAL_EFFECTS: delay_on_bass]
[ADDITIONAL_SOUNDS: crowd_silent]
[ADDITIONAL_SOUNDS: saxaphone_sounds]
[ERA: james_meters_mayfield]
[[mood: Direct, romantic]
[INSTRUMENTATION: Twisted Harp, Distorted Flute, Bass Cello, Drums]
[Hertz: 320 kbps]
[production: Clean production with crunchy bells, tight drumming, and dynamic vocals]
[STYLE: Duet]
[LYRICS: nostalgic]
[Violin_STYLE: hard_hitting]
[STYLE: Natural]
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[Verse 1]
Hello folks
It's me again,
Straight from the boardroom den.
My stomach’s growlin’,
Fierce as wild crows
This diet's got me feelin’ those woe-is-me woes.
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh my,
I'm hungry.
I just can’t win,
How I hate this rabbit food bin.
Dreamin' of burgers,
Greasy and grand.
Healthy stuff like hospital grub,
Taste so bland.
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
I just wanna stuff my face,
Find some ribs.
Get lost in grace,
Crispy fries.
Oh what a dream,
Veggies got nothin’ on my whipped cream.
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
Oh my,
I'm hungry.
I just can’t win,
How I hate this rabbit food bin.
Dreamin' of steak,
juicy and grand.
Healthy stuff like hospital grub,
Taste so bland.
[Bridge]
Broccoli and kale,
The green brigade.
Can't compare to a chocolate cascade
Counting calories
Feels like jail,
Give me pizzaaaaaaaa.
[Drums Solo]
[Chorus]
Oh my,
I'm hungry.
I just can’t win,
How I hate this rabbit food bin.
Dreamin' of buffalo wild wings,
delicious and grand.
Healthy stuff like hospital grub,
Taste so bland.
[Verse 3]
Carrots
Spinach
Apple slice,
Nothin' here delights my vice.
I'd trade it all for a doughnut stack,
Who needs six-packs when you can just snack?
[Outro]
Doctor says
My heart will thank me,
But that crispy chicken sings a symphonyyyyy.
So here I stand
In the produce aisle,
Pining for a cookie
Just to smileeeee.
[Instrumental Break]
[End]
