CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Onions
Yeah, yeah bro, I've been, uh...
I've been working on my planks and stuff! (Rice Crew!)
Oh, oh sh*t, sorry, let me pick this up
Hello?
Wha- what?
Wait. wa- slow down... slow down... what?
What the f**k is a webcage?
You're rice and dicing my onions
You're making me cry
Can't escape my emotions
Can't escape, can't escape
Rice and dicing my onions
You're making me cry
Can't escape my emotions
Can't escape, can't escape
Maybe some day I'll get over you
Don't think I'm blinking, I'm through
5'4", I'm evading my problems
Picking up sh*t to fill up the nonsense
Couldn't stop, cause I really that I've felt enough
The problem's that I miss your trust
No matter what we just said
My heart is sick as hell
I think I'm getting arrested
It's 5 AM and I'm going through the motions
Play pretend, bet you didn't even notice
I cry too easily
Just a boy with a fragile masculinity
And I don't really care about that tough, though
I will force my self growth
I will just take things slow
(Dude, are you crying right now?)
(No, I'm cutting onions)
I know, they told me
Gotta keep those teardrops all off the floor
Feeling so dead, I know what I need
But I still can't see who I was before
And now my head's full, I'm lying on the floor
I got a nosebleed, you're going out the door
I think you should show your disappointment
Cause I know I really said I don't want any more
You're rice and dicing my onions
You're making me cry
Can't escape my emotions
Can't escape, can't escape
Rice and dicing my onions
You're making me cry
Can't escape my emotions
Can't escape, can't escape
In West Philidelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I smoke weed with the gays
Walking down the Old Town Road like Silly Ray Byrus
Bars oxi clean, like Billy Mays
I am just a small town hyperpop musician
Destroying glitchcore is my only mission
Not the biggest fan of Indiana
Find me hitting up Montana like I'm Hannah
Jersey in the club
Here to master the way of the sub
I mean the sandwich, not being dominated
I have one friend who's into that though, his name is Infrated
I really like eating funny sushi
And singing like (ah!)
Love hanging in the webcage group calls
Nothing funnier than Eiffel Tower with balls
Shout out Cee Lo Green (shout out Cee Lo Green)
He sold me ketamine
Feel like Froggy, bands got me green
Hacking government systems like Neil Breen
2020 now we make music like MySpace
Bring a scene girl over and we just hang out and watch The Good Place
I'm a speedrunner, you losers come in last place
I really wish Bernie hadn't dropped out of the race (okay)
f**k the society, unlike beach horse, I'm not man
Get out of my face, bro, you are acting like a stan
They say "saoirse, write bars", but I don't think I can
I'm not making money I'm just making silly bands
Now I feel like Minecraft cause I got a stone sword
All your songs are big trash, you're making me so bored
Call me on FaceTime, consider that sh*t ignored
Webcage making big hits, you still call it glitchcore
Gonna take a ride down to Funnyville
Talk some sh*t and I'll grind you through a funny mill
Chopped up an onion, now I'm gonna cry
Running out of weed, yeah, I'm gonna die
Feeling like the sad anime guy eating a cheeseburger
I'm just vibing in the webcage server
You sound like text speech, I'm singing with fervor
Hop on a beat and I murder
Manifesting Ratatouille with a big gun
Killing CEOs, yeah, I'm manifesting big fun
Gonna hit you like a snare drum
Gonna make you sprint like a speedrun
And she do what I yoinky
Posting on my blog, gotta keep up with the stories
Feeling like the south, cause I'm corny
Dropped out, I was seventeen
I've been working on my planks and stuff! (Rice Crew!)
Oh, oh sh*t, sorry, let me pick this up
Hello?
Wha- what?
Wait. wa- slow down... slow down... what?
What the f**k is a webcage?
You're rice and dicing my onions
You're making me cry
Can't escape my emotions
Can't escape, can't escape
Rice and dicing my onions
You're making me cry
Can't escape my emotions
Can't escape, can't escape
Maybe some day I'll get over you
Don't think I'm blinking, I'm through
5'4", I'm evading my problems
Picking up sh*t to fill up the nonsense
Couldn't stop, cause I really that I've felt enough
The problem's that I miss your trust
No matter what we just said
My heart is sick as hell
I think I'm getting arrested
It's 5 AM and I'm going through the motions
Play pretend, bet you didn't even notice
I cry too easily
Just a boy with a fragile masculinity
And I don't really care about that tough, though
I will force my self growth
I will just take things slow
(Dude, are you crying right now?)
(No, I'm cutting onions)
I know, they told me
Gotta keep those teardrops all off the floor
Feeling so dead, I know what I need
But I still can't see who I was before
And now my head's full, I'm lying on the floor
I got a nosebleed, you're going out the door
I think you should show your disappointment
Cause I know I really said I don't want any more
You're rice and dicing my onions
You're making me cry
Can't escape my emotions
Can't escape, can't escape
Rice and dicing my onions
You're making me cry
Can't escape my emotions
Can't escape, can't escape
In West Philidelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I smoke weed with the gays
Walking down the Old Town Road like Silly Ray Byrus
Bars oxi clean, like Billy Mays
I am just a small town hyperpop musician
Destroying glitchcore is my only mission
Not the biggest fan of Indiana
Find me hitting up Montana like I'm Hannah
Jersey in the club
Here to master the way of the sub
I mean the sandwich, not being dominated
I have one friend who's into that though, his name is Infrated
I really like eating funny sushi
And singing like (ah!)
Love hanging in the webcage group calls
Nothing funnier than Eiffel Tower with balls
Shout out Cee Lo Green (shout out Cee Lo Green)
He sold me ketamine
Feel like Froggy, bands got me green
Hacking government systems like Neil Breen
2020 now we make music like MySpace
Bring a scene girl over and we just hang out and watch The Good Place
I'm a speedrunner, you losers come in last place
I really wish Bernie hadn't dropped out of the race (okay)
f**k the society, unlike beach horse, I'm not man
Get out of my face, bro, you are acting like a stan
They say "saoirse, write bars", but I don't think I can
I'm not making money I'm just making silly bands
Now I feel like Minecraft cause I got a stone sword
All your songs are big trash, you're making me so bored
Call me on FaceTime, consider that sh*t ignored
Webcage making big hits, you still call it glitchcore
Gonna take a ride down to Funnyville
Talk some sh*t and I'll grind you through a funny mill
Chopped up an onion, now I'm gonna cry
Running out of weed, yeah, I'm gonna die
Feeling like the sad anime guy eating a cheeseburger
I'm just vibing in the webcage server
You sound like text speech, I'm singing with fervor
Hop on a beat and I murder
Manifesting Ratatouille with a big gun
Killing CEOs, yeah, I'm manifesting big fun
Gonna hit you like a snare drum
Gonna make you sprint like a speedrun
And she do what I yoinky
Posting on my blog, gotta keep up with the stories
Feeling like the south, cause I'm corny
Dropped out, I was seventeen
