Track 2 by Pablo M. 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-ass lot
Look in I see my bro in the passenger 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
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-ass lot
Look in I see my bro in the passenger 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