Like sugar in my veins I’m shaking

But I haven’t had a lemonade

And every breath I’d kill for the flavour

But it’s nothing but an aftertaste

My blood sugar spikes

My energy rises

I’m bouncing off the walls

(I’ll have to fill the holes in)

Riding on a high

Waiting for the comedown

I’m crashing on the floor

(Good thing I cleaned the carpet)

Where’s my emotional seasoning?

I’m like Gordon Ramsay

Always stuck in a nightmare

Where everything’s greasy

My emotional seasoning?

I’m like Gordon Ramsay

Always stuck in a nightmare

Where everything’s greasy

A muffin on my plate but I’m waiting

For a kitchen nightmare once again

Oh every breath I’d kill for some flavour

From white person seasoning

My blood sugar spikes

My energy rises

I’m bouncing off the walls

(I’ll have to fill the holes in)

Riding on a high

Waiting for the comedown

I’m crashing on the floor

(Good thing I cleaned the carpet)

Where’s my emotional seasoning?

I’m like Gordon Ramsay

Always stuck in a nightmare

Where everything’s greasy

My emotional seasoning

I’m like Gordon Ramsay

Always stuck in a nightmare

Where everything’s greasy

My emotional seasoning

I’m like Gordon Ramsay

Always stuck in a nightmare

Where everything’s greasy

My emotional seasoning

I’m like Gordon Ramsay

Always stuck in a nightmare

Where everything’s greasy

Everything, everything

Everything, everything

Would you look at the grease on that?

Where’s the lamb sauce?

Where’s the lamb sauce?

Where’s the goddamn lamb sauce?

Where’s the lamb sauce?

Where’s the lamb sauce?

Where’s the LAMB SAUCE?

WHERE IS IT?