[Intro] Yeah You had mad time Mad space Mad chances And still sat there Now my tacos cold So let me be petty in peace [Verse 1] Pulled out the drive-thru, bag hot in my hand Tryna get home fast, had a beautiful plan Then you got to the exit and just froze in place Like merging on the highway was a federal case Car after car, whole openings wasted Now the steam in my tacos gone, flavor outdated You had enough room, you just ain’t wanna go Now I’m eating soft disappointment folded up to go I was cool at first, gave grace, stayed calm Then my food lost heat and my mood got bombs So I don’t wish evil, I don’t wish doom I just want your whole day mildly inconvenienced soon [Chorus] I hope your tacos give you the shits by noon Hope your sock slide down in your shoe too soon Hope you step on a Lego when the room lights dim Hope your charger only work if you angle that bitch just right again Hope you stub your toe on the table edge Hope every green light switch when you hit that ledge I ain’t asking for tragedy, just a petty little hit You made my tacos room temp, now your stomach can be lit [Verse 2] I hope your drink got no fizz and your fries got cold Hope your AC act weak when the day get old Hope your GPS keep saying “turn around” Hope one wheel on your cart make that demon-ass sound Hope your ketchup packet bust on your favorite shirt Hope your fresh white socks find a mystery puddle of dirt Hope your nail catch threads every time you get dressed Hope your left eyelash start a one-sided protest Hope your gas pump click off every dollar and four Hope your key fob die in the rain by the door Hope your Bluetooth link to the wrong damn ride And your stomach start bubbling on a long outside line [Chorus] I hope your tacos give you the shits by noon Hope your sock slide down in your shoe too soon Hope you step on a Lego when the room lights dim Hope your charger only work if you angle that bitch just right again Hope you stub your toe on the table edge Hope every green light switch when you hit that ledge I ain’t asking for tragedy, just a petty little hit You made my tacos room temp, now your stomach can be lit [Bridge] Not death Not pain Not thunder from above Just small dumb curses with a little extra shove A stomach cramp at work A red light when you late A busted straw, weak Wi-Fi, and a long-ass wait [Verse 3] See this bigger than traffic, this principle now You held up the line like you was directing clouds Had the chance to move fifty times at least Now I’m home eating sadness with lukewarm beef So may your next meal fight back out of spite May your bathroom trip be urgent at the worst damn time tonight May your coffee taste funny, may your blanket snag your feet May your day be off-rhythm like a bad snare beat This a boom bap blessing for the petty and scarred For every hungry soul stuck behind a coward in a car You made one bad choice at the Taco Bell gate Now I’m writing your inconvenience into permanent fate
