Al Bacio Lyrics – Cara Neir

f#cking “foodies”
Eat my food, go home, and turn into the grim reaper
Your words mean so f#cking much, please tell me more
You’re a blight, you’re a blight on the industry

You’re a blight, you’re a blight on the industry
Get to work, a real job, f#ck out of my industry
Get to work, a real job, f#ck out of my industry
13 hour shifts almost every day for 10 years with no breaks just so

I can feed your stinkhole and you can sh#t all over a complete stranger
You aren’t a food critic, you’re a piece of sh#t
You don’t know sh#t about food and that wasn’t seabass you f#ck
“No way this isn’t frozen”

Serve him the dish
“Can I see the chef?”
Servе him the dish
“This is so umami”
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Cara Neir Lyrics – Al Bacio

Cara Neir

Al Bacio