Bald Portman - Track 2 lyrics

Waking up in a pink room with a mask on And all I really recall is taking my pants off This chick I met last night bringing me waffles And I'm glad 'cause I'm still pretty hungry after the bathsalts Check the celly, moms left me twenty messages I'm guessin' she's been stressin' and I probably made a mess again Just ignore 'em 'cause I'm not up for that yellin' Dawg, I'm chillin' eating breakfast and she's tripping off of menopause Aww snip snappety, that meal could probably trap a G But I had to grab sweater, jeans, keys, backpack and leave Hit the street, like Dude, where's my car again Forget it then I spotted it a block from where I started With a body in the back, sketchy-a** lot Look in I see my bro in the pa**enger seat Like bruh what we doing with a stiffy in the mini? He wasn't sure, but it was scary, so we headed to the ceme-tary to barry that Caught a shovel, lost the body, bought a twinkie laced with uhhhh Ayahuasca brewed to make the dopest DMT, nowwww Trippin' walking home, because it's really hard to see while Slipping silly pills and skittles sipping Arizona tea I arrive at the cave and oh to my surprise Not a mother in my sight, just a room full of guys And I wish they would leave 'cause I really need to sleep Got a tape to complete and some track 2 dreams Hush it's just Pablo, don't say nothing Rapping's gonna buy me a house or something And if this mixtape makes that happen I'll probably continue rappin' But if this next tape flops I'm done A whole lot of pills and a black handgun Held to my head as I wave goodbye So hopefully this tape you'll like