NATE S - Hotel Conundrum lyrics

Chorus : [ jetlagg ] Weird a** morning, moms is calling Pops ignored me, now I'm wearing Patrick's shirt (What?) Cause mine had beer, now I'm zoomin' clear Call me Sonic, my parent's catholic (huh?) The maid is knockin, while I'm wearin' boxers and Mark's knocked out in the closet (yeah) J's in the shower listenin' to some Travi$ Scott while the cig is burning towels (b**h) Verse 1 : [ jetlagg ] Pineapple on the bed, sh** I'm waking up like Ted Next to a girl with brown hair, she probably a 10 And I got caffeine addiction, now I'm solvin' math equations But Albert told me to solve for E so I became an MC squared (please) Oh contraire, don't compare Cause I got the wand from d**hly Hollows And I ain't even used all of its dump powers I'm saving it for the Trump Tower Makin that wig fly away Hittin' heads with flashlights like Jon Benet Soundin' like 'Yonce's Lemonade, but I'll be needing first aid kits like Jay wait I got the 96% of this rap sh** Teachin' em but they could never get the heat So they making me a slave like Jesse f**ed up sh**, all you want is bang bang, gang gang with the AK clips But I'm all about the mental hits, I'mma let Xavier think To stop your rhymes I'll robocop your lives Light up a spliff, smoking you just to get high You be worried like an addict and time flies But you'll still be traumatized like Chi-Chi If you keep skipping Nate's beats (Don't skip em) If you keep skipping Nate's beats Chorus Verse 2 : [ jetlagg ] We some motherf**ing hungry predators Going terminator with the Cyclop lazers On our way to the majors We just slippin through the cracks Cause The Game f**ed up, like three Kardashians Making dough in TV shows just to play rich in big old mansions Maybe I'mma hold one for ransom, and let her listen to this god damn album! sh**, it might go platinum that's my tactic Make em listen to this cla**ic anthem Then I'll a**a**in the ma**es And go to the sunset with Scarlett Johansson But nah, let's keep it realistic Ain't nobody listenin' Just a rapper who just trynna make most of it I've lived here my whole life And money is the root of conflict It's been stopping dreams, boring jobs achieved Making b**hes dig, and Range Rovers is what they wish I admit, greed is what makes us live From big 'ol blings to branded things Trophies and grammies on the shelf But you can't even define yourself Let your living justify your wealth No cape just a vigilante No Bape I'm just splittin' taxis Same old kid who don't know what's in store Trynna be Robin Hood for the poor, for the poor Chorus 2x Outro : Oh, How long have you been away?