Breakfast Lyrics

I saved my life recreating some soundscapes

You swig a paper bag for long enough and the ground shakes

I sold a couple records not a flex it's a down payment

You know your girl's a fan but she won't say where she found Slake

About that

Moral of story is: we trying, kids

I wasted years tryna figure out why I exist

I tell my managers you need me you can fly my in

I told Keat the family will feed off my likenesses

And I meant that

And I meant that

And I meant that

And I meant that shit

Wake up

Wake up

And I meant that shit

He lies we lie they lie she lies

The body don't forget jack shit

Palm trees palm trees palm trees palm trees palm trees

Eatin' on the intro that's what breakfast is

The body don't forget that shit

Ay

Let's go

Okay okay okay

I just need some cute nails and a long inhale

Honestly I ain't seen an L in so damn long we pen pals

I got homies on the west coast playing red rover with they brain cells

Got a good friend and we make out

Got the same birthday as J Balvin

Like do tell, my guy

Put a Rolly on my unemployment fucking debit card

Got a clean conscience yeah

They been rosey with the cameras on

They been giving you sweet nonsense

She like you don't get to screenshot this

I might just give her discrete noggin

I wake up to give cheek kisses

Make a beat take the beat yeehawstage

Goomie Houser in the peacoat my theme song my crucifix

Funny looking little twenty-something gave my youngest minutes to the 206

Money movement gave me tunnel vision but my cunnilingus made me luminous

I think I could get used to this

Favorite rapper yelling who is this

Lotus flowers in my teeth now when I see God I make music with Her

Some of y'all got three houses maybe we'll be eating you for dinner

Google '52 Slansky trials

I got violence in my True Religions

Really tryna let the movement in

Bring the hook back ooo you wish

Run the track till my dogs bark

Syphon gas from that cop car

I was wack then I am wack now

But you have to know about me, Nardwuar

We get life in a glass house on a giant rock from a dying star

Homie do not tell me what my brand is

Do not tell me what the odds are

Run the track till my dogs bark

Not a rapper I'm a pop star

Wack then. Wack now.

Gotta know about me, Nardwuar

Homie we get life in a glass house on a giant rock from a dying star

Bitch do not tell me what my brand is

Do not tell me what the odds are

Voice memo is right here alright whoever is on vocals make sure

We need an anthem right now

We need we need the hit right here

Okay

Yo that was sick as fuck