Bellyache - Yak

You’re tired of greedy bodies

You’re tired of greedy bodies

You’re tired of greedy bodies

You’re tired of greedy bodies

You’re tired of greedy bodies

You’re tired of greedy bodies

You’re tired of greedy bodies

You’re tired of greedy bodies, bodies

Got the cake then eat it

Now you got bellyache

Got goo-goo eyes

Has greedy mother’s eyes

Got everything you want

But you wanted more cause you’re so greedy

Got the habit, let’s feed it

Hope it poisons you

Got that heavy consumption

Is it the many or is it the few?

And that’s you

So I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m, I’m coming after you

How?

How?

How?

How?

(How?)

How?

How?

How?

How?

(How?)

How?

How?

How?

How?

(How?)

How?

How?

How?

How?

Now beauty breeds a certain kind of beauty

And money makes money, but what if you’re born with nothing?

That makes you the underdog

You’re from a different league

'Cause you’re the underdog

Ah-woo

(I'm tired of greedy bodies

I’m tired of greedy bodies

I’m tired of greedy bodies

I’m tired of greedy bodies, bodies)

Now sleep six feet tall

While others just crawl

You know you can’t paper over the fractures

From the cash under the mattress, woo

Your daddy’s fat

And your mama good lookin' too

And you’re in the book

The book-a-book-a-book, the book-a-book-a-book of who’s who

Well, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m, I’m coming after you

How?

How?

How?

How?

(How?)

How?

How?

How?

How?

(How?)

How?

How?

How?

How?

(How?)

How?

How?

How?

How?

Now beauty breeds a certain kind of beauty

And money makes money, but what if you’re born with nothing?

That makes you the underdog

Man, you’re in a different class

'Cause you’re the underdog

Ah-woo

Beauty breeds a certain kind of beauty and money makes money

That tastes like money

(I'm tired of greedy bodies

I’m tired of greedy bodies

I’m tired of greedy bodies

I’m tired of greedy bodies, bodies)

If you’re going for broke, just make sure you don’t choke