Lyrics Breakfast - Slake Dransky

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