In the Bassment Songtext
von KnowMads
In the Bassment Songtext
Currently my residence, my room per say
Getting a little musty, a little grimy in the basement
You know what i′m saying took a shower this mourning
I didn't put the fan on
I let that shit fucking, fog up the whole place
Ha, shrugging another mourning yawning
Grab my clothes plus my jacket put it on′n
Out the door drinking tea and I'm only
Three minutes late for the fucking homie
In the honda, he be joking
His mom kinda crazy yo she probably smoking gonja
Onta, my daily operation
Dam bro i can't wait for graduation
Homework no sir not me
I be in the basement rapping to a fat beat
Then my mom calls, on the phone and
Says that, shes on her way home and
I got a second so I take a little nap and
What goes better with a nap but a sack and
Nap sack with my back pack hat to the front
Got the blunt in my lap yall
Tell me where you at dog
Now back in the day way way before I even knew
What an old break was shit I rolled papers
Full of complimentary rhymes, the elementary kind
Now I′m bout to graduate when I find
The motivation while im in the basement
Probably got the pen and pad adjacent
Set for activation from a generation of mental masturbation
We playing with our heads saying that we feel complacent
Its compensation for these corporations
And organizations setting expectations
I knock em out the box kid fuck an occupation
I′d rather be a basehead with music education
Check the presentation my ideology is probably
Vibration based with hella bass
So when it breathes, ya let the horns get ya open
I stay joking maybe smoking while im making dope in the basement
On the freeway as we blaze this weed at breakneck speeds
My paycheck seems to only feed what my tape deck needs
I'm just another basement fiend
I might be scared of nightmares and a waste of dreams
But these brakes are mean with Jay still waiting on the payment
Producing and playing this 9 to 5 beneath the pavement
We just creating what we see like some caveman
All you do is say when meet me in the basement
Illmatic in the tape deck
Tripping with my face red
Play my Mission while I′m sitting in the basement
Used to make paychecks help me stay fresh
Now I spend all my money getting wasted
Eating fast food if I have to
Dollars in my pocket get it got it thank you
Crack my window with the info on the nightcap
Hold up man let me call you right back
Alright Matt whatever then peace out shit
Trevors on his way over from Lee's house kid
And he don′t really drink no beer
But he keeps cigarettes behind both his ears
We in the red truck so here's a heads up
To the next generation filling keg cups
Too much slacking leave you lacking occupation
So remember to kick it in moderation, in the basement
Getting a little musty, a little grimy in the basement
You know what i′m saying took a shower this mourning
I didn't put the fan on
I let that shit fucking, fog up the whole place
Ha, shrugging another mourning yawning
Grab my clothes plus my jacket put it on′n
Out the door drinking tea and I'm only
Three minutes late for the fucking homie
In the honda, he be joking
His mom kinda crazy yo she probably smoking gonja
Onta, my daily operation
Dam bro i can't wait for graduation
Homework no sir not me
I be in the basement rapping to a fat beat
Then my mom calls, on the phone and
Says that, shes on her way home and
I got a second so I take a little nap and
What goes better with a nap but a sack and
Nap sack with my back pack hat to the front
Got the blunt in my lap yall
Tell me where you at dog
Now back in the day way way before I even knew
What an old break was shit I rolled papers
Full of complimentary rhymes, the elementary kind
Now I′m bout to graduate when I find
The motivation while im in the basement
Probably got the pen and pad adjacent
Set for activation from a generation of mental masturbation
We playing with our heads saying that we feel complacent
Its compensation for these corporations
And organizations setting expectations
I knock em out the box kid fuck an occupation
I′d rather be a basehead with music education
Check the presentation my ideology is probably
Vibration based with hella bass
So when it breathes, ya let the horns get ya open
I stay joking maybe smoking while im making dope in the basement
On the freeway as we blaze this weed at breakneck speeds
My paycheck seems to only feed what my tape deck needs
I'm just another basement fiend
I might be scared of nightmares and a waste of dreams
But these brakes are mean with Jay still waiting on the payment
Producing and playing this 9 to 5 beneath the pavement
We just creating what we see like some caveman
All you do is say when meet me in the basement
Illmatic in the tape deck
Tripping with my face red
Play my Mission while I′m sitting in the basement
Used to make paychecks help me stay fresh
Now I spend all my money getting wasted
Eating fast food if I have to
Dollars in my pocket get it got it thank you
Crack my window with the info on the nightcap
Hold up man let me call you right back
Alright Matt whatever then peace out shit
Trevors on his way over from Lee's house kid
And he don′t really drink no beer
But he keeps cigarettes behind both his ears
We in the red truck so here's a heads up
To the next generation filling keg cups
Too much slacking leave you lacking occupation
So remember to kick it in moderation, in the basement
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