Lyrics:

Verse 1
Brunch, bunch, sicker then lunch. They call me Juicy Jay cause I like fruit?punch.?I got style,?but my food ain't vile. Cause?i'm the host with the most of that avocado toast on my plate. Great, but it ain't too late, got that bacon that I'm makin' and it's gonna get ate
It's ya boy J Twizzle, got that syrup to drizzle, on these pancakes.... Man you know I ain't fake cause when I spread my oats I make all the booties quake. Quakin', shakin', no mistakin’ on my tray i be bakin'. Like my cereal in milk and you know i ain’t flakin'
Hook/Chorus
I like my OJ cold, like simpson
I like muffin tops large, big pimpin
Bananas in my bread, straight chimpin
And my sausage game strong, h? limping
10 dollar tea, no skimping
Pricey champagne, w? drinking
Boozing like a boss, keep clinking
Goin’ straight to our head, abe lincoln
Verse 2
Cooking, toiling, frying, boiling get that oil in... cause i'm making that brunch. And if you wanna get full just sit down and munch. Fresh brownies, going down the hatch and if you want some too you gotta make em from scratch. (damn, that's one thicc batch)
Hey man, let me take if from there, got that pheasant and hare for your fancy affaire. Cause this is brunch, it's some classy shit and if you don't take it serious you're gonna get hit, that's it....let me wrap this up and if you wanna take your drink don't forget the cup
Bridge
Questionable choices, rethinking
Muesli and cornflakes, carb sinking
Sausage in my mouth, no homo
Full english breakfast no joke bro

Outro
Damn girl you lookin' fine with that pancake in your hand
Muesli in that bowl yo
Chillin with the yoghurt on your weetabix
Fancy ass shit with those strawberries
Oh
Mmm yeah