Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breakfast , by - Old Man Saxon. Song from the album The Perils, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.05.2016
Record label: Old Man Saxon
Song language: English
Breakfast |
| Kick it! |
| Ba bum bum bum |
| Ba bum bum bum |
| Ba bum bum bum |
| Mac addict pursuing a tax bracket |
| Half-ass it, never be that static |
| Back braggin' like look at all the hoes you got |
| Then hash tag it it’s magic ya' fat bastard |
| I rap on the track plastered |
| Relaxin', on Mt. Shasta — blunted |
| See all the chips that these dudes racked up? |
| Guess I gotta' grind a little harder though |
| Sippin' up my starter coat |
| Like where you niggas trying to go? |
| Cause I’m sick of this |
| Lollygagging, hey I’m trying to be meticulous |
| Y’all live life where the mission is |
| I don’t know what the specifics is |
| But, I know I gotta' get this — so |
| Lord, give me a sign |
| So, I can relax tonight |
| So, I can relax tonight |
| What’s with all the pain? |
| Is it in vain? |
| So, I can relax tonight? |
| So, I can relax |
| Kick on back |
| Get paid for these raps |
| He looks shady, in fact |
| Probably parading he sacks |
| Maybe insane with the yak |
| But, I’m the shiniest pearl with that Mercedes and Lacs |
| I’m trying to travel the world, eat some Arabian snacks |
| And maybe paddle ya' girl |
| Really? |
| Not much time for nut slime |
| Gotta' bust rhymes and cut lines |
| Fuck minds and unwind |
| Couple of muskets |
| Couple of must he keep cussins |
| Couple of fuck-shits to see whose leaves I’m rustlin' |
| Baby, where you tryina' go with that ass? |
| Name is Old Man if you really had to inquire |
| But I’m trying to melt souls if you want to know my past |
| Come along with your tag but you really wouldn’t last |
| All the time I commit |
| Finally it hits |
| Whoops, there it goes |
| Try me again |
| Whoops, now we’re grown |
| Then finally it ends |
| Woulda been nice to know if it’s exciting to win |
| Instead I’m feeling like |
| Stay with it to making these safe digits |
| Play pigeons, it’s why they made isn’t it? |
| Stay ignorant, nigga |
| I’m a grind more |
| Paint pictures and workin' while they fishin' |
| I needed to stay vicious |
| You can play with the fools |
| You see-through, over you’re eyes is wool |
| Garnettin', i’m betting they going back to you wolves |
| Ain’t setting the direction, Im waiting for fools to move |
| I’mma hit you with that sack shit |
| Not my prerogative but that’s how life bottled it |
| I’m trying to hang with a baller bitch |
| That wished I had a smaller dick |
| But that’s no reason just to call it quits |
| Cuz if I’m all in it, my real niggas will follow it |
| And when I’m balling in, we’ll develop a different tolerance |
| Get a medal for getting all the chicks |
| Push a pedal, they watchin' all us dip, sniff |
| Whatever the fuck they callin' it |
| Cuz I’ll be up there one way or another, but |
| I’m gettin' hounded by all of you lil' bustas |
| And everybody just only want you to suffer and |
| And them pills they got control of your mother and |
| When you was down and no one wanted to touch ya |
| But Imma prove it to all of you motherfuckers but… |
| Just the perils of being a brotha |
| Perils of being a G |