Krabby Patty

Late night in Bikini Bottom, moon shining like a spotlight...

(Yeah!)

Everybody hungry, everybody chasin' that taste...

(Let's go!)

Hook

Burger vultures in the sky, they circle when the grill turn on (turn on!)

Golden buns, Golden dreams, everybody want the crown (the crown!)

I was down, had a dollar, now they scream when I come around (come around!)

Funny how they love the flavor when they hated me underground (it's lit!)

Krabby Patty on my mind, but it's deeper than a meal (deeper!)

Got a smile on my face, but I'm fighting what I feel (what I feel!)

Everybody want a bite, everybody want a deal (want a deal!)

But they never see the pressure underneath the grill (straight up!)

Verse 1

I grew up with a dream and a pocket full of nothing,

Had a voice in my head saying "keep becoming something."

Now the cameras flash bright, but the nights still heavy,

Got a million people watching, still I gotta stay ready.

They love the sauce, but they don't know the recipe,

They see the trophy, never see the injuries.

I put my heart in the fryer, let it cook with the pain,

Turn tears into flavor, turn scars into a name.

(Straight up!)

Everybody chasing trends, chasing likes, chasing fame,

But I'm searching for myself when I'm looking at my name.

Is it me or is it branding? Is it truth or is it hype?

When the party finally ends, who's still there in the night?

Bridge

Whoa...

I been running through the ocean with a storm in my chest (my chest!)

Trying to find a little peace, trying to find some rest (some rest!)

They want the perfect hero, they don't want the mess...

But the cracks in the armor show who's really blessed.

Hook

Burger vultures in the sky, they circle when the grill turn on (turn on!)

Golden buns, Golden dreams, everybody want the crown (the crown!)

I was down, had a dollar, now they scream when I come around (come around!)

Funny how they love the flavor when they hated me underground (it's lit!)

Krabby Patty on my mind, but it's deeper than a meal (deeper!)

Got a smile on my face, but I'm fighting what I feel (what I feel!)

Everybody want a bite, everybody want a deal (want a deal!)

But they never see the pressure underneath the grill (straight up!)

Outro

Yeah...

The sauce got a story...

The flavor got scars...

Everybody wants the sandwich...

Nobody asks about the chef.

(Yeah... yeah...)

Burger vultures...

Stay feasting.