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Sticky trays, neon haze, crumbs on the floor
Table wars, four chairs but we need one more
Sizzle from the wok, fry grease in the air
Dreams cooked in oil, we just loiter, don’t care
Food court funk, where the flavors collide
Sticky floors, but the vibes stay high
From the sushi roll to the burger fry
Food court funk, that’s the slice of life
Orange chicken glow, sweet and sour on my soul
Auntie Anne’s twist, cinnamon took control
Bubble tea pearls bouncing in the cup
Drink’s half empty, but we still pour up
Grease-stained napkin, dreams on a tray
Tomorrow’s problems can wait another day
Food court funk, where the flavors collide
Sticky floors, but the vibes stay high
From the sushi roll to the burger fry
Food court funk, that’s the slice of life
Pizza grease glistens under fluorescent skies
Saw a kid drop fries, almost made me cry
Lost in the aroma, where time don’t exist
Mall food gospel, can’t resist
