This ain't another fat jerk anthem, there's just some things I want to know
Terminology seems random, uh-uh, nuh-uh, oh no
What if my cupboard has no sliced bread? Does a bread roll count? I don't know
The pedant in me won't like it, nuh-uh, nuh-uh, oh no
Want to stop it and avoid it, stupid weird thought train (yeah)

It's a really stupid fear but I can't quit (yeah)
Really overthinkin' here what is legit (it's all legit)
All I want is food between bread, not that hard a trick (ba-ding)
But the internet is real clear, drivin' my stupid fear, not a real sandwich
Ain't no sandwich

I'm aware it's on-purpose bullshit, no genuine how-dare-you vibes
So my panickin's real stupid, uh-huh, uh-huh, oh yeah
But I'm no fan of confrontation, fake arguments still hurt my mood
And just words? Looks like sarcasm's vacant, so they'll seem really rude
I can't stop it and avoid it, must post pics today (yeah)

Not the absolute worst fear, right now it is (yeah)
Do I have some veg in here? Must be legit (it's all legit)
If it's just some meat between bread, let alone some chips (ba-ding)
Then the comments will make it clear, validate my dumb fear, not a real sandwich

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ain't no sandwich
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ain't no sandwich
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ah), ain't no sandwich
I might pair it with some hard beer, drown out my stupid fear, not a real sandwich