Gimme That Black Brew

Verse 1 Walked into a shop, thought I’d get a cup, But they’re pushin’ green tea dust, and I’m all fed up. Matcha this, oat milk that, five bucks for a sip, Tastes like lawn clippings, burns a hole in my grip. Chorus Gimme that black brew, punch me as it goes down! Strong like a mule kick, wake this small-town clown! No fads, no frills, just coffee dark and true, Gimme that black brew, that’s what’ll get me through! Verse 2 Barista’s talkin’ foam art, syrups by the score, I just want a jolt, not a fancy pour. Oat milk’s got no nipples, that ain’t no cow’s delight, Need a brew to shake me, keep me workin’ till the night. Chorus Gimme that black brew, punch me as it goes down! Strong like a mule kick, wake this small-town clown! No fads, no frills, just coffee dark and true, Gimme that black brew, that’s what’ll get me through! Bridge Raise a mug to the grind, to the simple and plain, No hipster nonsense cloggin’ up my brain! Just boil it thick, let it scald my soul, Black brew’s the fire that makes me whole! Chorus Gimme that black brew, punch me as it goes down! Strong like a mule kick, wake this small-town clown! No fads, no frills, just coffee dark and true, Gimme that black brew, that’s what’ll get me through! Outro (Claps, hollers, banjo twang) Gimme that black brew, none of that LA fake, Pour it strong, keep me wide awake!