Breakfast Nook

Lyrics

[Intro: Eto] Change in behavior Change in strategy Make the wrong choice you get the right answer Willie, what's the word brozay? It's only one way up Lord It will not bring me down New Crack Era Huh!? Hells Roof Woooo, (haha, yea) [Verse 1: Eto] Don't play with my bread and wine with all praise due Don't be stupid You ain't burned a cop car down yet? You only looted? Can't be the only man standing up Before he knew it they sat him down Kept the key and threw the can at us Cracked the Dutch I light up at the bar And slam the cup Shorty with the mannеquin-butt Light up the bar Spoken word, "coke and hеrb" That's all I had to tell her If she's like me, give me a night then I might can sell her Bring her back to Hudson Life hits as soon as she punch in Can't enjoy the functions I found the right bitch It's nights like this I might miss I'm reminded by 'em daily They idolizing Swayze (woah) [Interlude: Willie The Kid] That's when I like came in the bar, you know It's kind of funny running in, you know You see situations you don't, you know Uh [Verse 2: Willie The Kid] "Then Roc-A-Fella break up" My hat cocked like the old Bleek My gat cocked By my side like obliques No slow leaks (yo-yo-Yo) (Uh!) I'm eating whole wheat, this 'hole week The first time I drove the range like, this 'hole week (overrated) Speaking of hoe, I'm in her throat deep (uh!) Granted We ain't spoke really, this whole week Tweaking, Keep twerking, while I tap this bourbon Next morning, My Son's soccer game I'm so suburban (yo-yo-Yo) Double lives when you realize, that you first The sun, never rotates around the universe (you got it backwards baby) How many times I eclipse, without throwing shade And spotlighted good women and paid for they braids (the lil' micro joints) Pain is love and a missed call in the wee hours Know a Queen when you see one, perceived power I think, fucking in the shower is overrated (uh!) Check the expiration date baby we over dated (that's fucked up right?) I hate it, but all good things must come to an end The Benz whiter than Karen, captured on the lens (uh) (it's crazy right?) The system thinks it's not right (yea) A rich thug, could fuck a cops wife Pop life Right