I got that need to eat,
Ma stomach need that meat,
My tummy is grumbling,
Muh Fucka rumbling,
I bust down my door,
I’m going to the local cafe,
Yeah I know were struttin,
Struttin,
Yeah I know were struttin,
Struttin,
I open the front door to the cafe,
The hostess looking at me in a weird way,
Where the breakfast at bitch?
I said where the breakfast at BITCH.
Find a table and take a seat,
I want a glass of milk
You know it’s going down
I ain’t moving a muscle until i get to eat,
I lock eyes with the waitress and I start to frown,
She makes a b-line heading back towards me,
‘Sorry sir but we had to shut the kitchen down’.
My jaw dropped and the hunger grew stronger
Breakfast needed, can't last much longer.
I look back and the kitchens on fire!
I ain’t sticking ‘round to see what transpires…
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Struttin,
Got that need to eat,
Mah stomach need that meat,
Tummy is grumbling,
Muh Fucker rumbling,
I’m all out in these streets,
Thinkin’ bout those treats,
Ma belly is bubbling,
Hunger be struggling,
A firetruck flies by
splashing muddy water right in my eye.
God damn I need some food,
God damn I need some food,
I keep on struttin cus I need to eat,
I think I see a bakery right up the street,
Where the buttercream bitch,
I said I need some buttercream BITCH.
I get closer my sweet tooth screaming,
Those cakes in the window are gleaming,
There better not be no fakery,
I look upon the shelf and there's a birthday cake,
Says happy birthday Timmy with a smiley face
I snag it and I run right out the door,
Keep on running till my legs ache,
Find a hiding spot, start stuffing my face,
And the belly ‘aint bubbling no more.
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Yeah you know we struttin, struttin,
Struttin,
Got that need to eat,
Mah stomach need that meat,
Tummy is grumbling,
Muh Fucker rumbling,
Canadian producer and multi-instrumentalist galvanizes bowed guitars, cellos, and synths into an off-kilter exploration of heat and desire. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 25, 2024