Ka5sh Spice Rack Lyrics

(Sk-sk-sk Skrrt)
I could give a f*ck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm f*cking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I could give a f*ck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm f*cking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I could give a f*ck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm f*cking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
Well you text me out the blue you think I like that
You think I like that

I hate small talk, I hate small talk
I know you're all talk, I know you're all talk
Say you call me back, yeah, I know you're all talk
Say you call me back, yeah, I know you're all talk

I'm not jealous, I'm embarrassed for you
Honestly, I'd walk to Paris for you
Doesn't he live with his parents that's cute
Honestly, I'm embarrassed for you

If you want me back, then that ship has f*cking sailed
And I hope your shitty art will never f*cking sell
And I hope your shitty life is always f*cking hell
And I hope everyone you f*ck after me fails

I could give a f*ck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm f*cking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that
I could give a f*ck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm f*cking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I could give a f*ck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm f*cking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I could give a f*ck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm f*cking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that
You think I like that

I could give a f*ck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm f*cking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I could give a f*ck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm f*cking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I hate small talk, I hate small talk
I hate small talk, I hate small talk
I hate small talk, I hate small talk
I hate small talk, I hate small talk

If you want me back, then that ship has f*cking sailed
And I hope your shitty art will never f*cking sell
And I hope your shitty life is always f*cking hell
And I hope everyone you f*ck after me fails