Abhi The Nomad, Khary - In My Room lyrics

Lately, I'm just chillin' in my room
Watchin' toons, talkin' to my broom
Lately, I'm just chillin' all alone
In my home, I swear, I hate my phone
Hold up, wait a minute, I'm alright
Bitch, you tried, cannot kill my vibe
Hold up, wait a minute, it's a wrap
That shit's facts, dead on that

Scramble my shit
I don't like my eggs poached
OJ? I'm rappin' now, nigga, french toast
Eggs, OJ, toast, that's breakfast
Nourishin' the body and nourishin' the soul
Yippie-ki yay, nigga, get out my face
Lupin the Third, nigga, get off my case
Bring me a case of that Perrier water
Watch how it sparkle and shit
'Cause I just be shinin'
Don't got no gold chain and no diamonds
It's all in the minds when I'm findin'
Some days I'm a dick and some other days
Couldn't be kinder
Depends on the weather, the climate
Too legit to quit, though
The villain that conquered my conscience
He couldn't compete with my nonsense
I have to admit that I
Didn't expect the piranhas
The shit that we do for some commas
Damn, shorty fine, shorty thick-thick
Hit me online for the kiss-kiss
I mean, if she ask for a dick pic
She can get a pic with a big dick
Santa got a big list
You ain't gettin' shit-shit
Had a RAZR flip phone
Never had to flip bricks
Tryna keep my distance, socially
And get rich
Hatin' like you big shit, show me you are
Tsk-tsk
M.I M.I.A. out in California
I feel like the Backstreet Boys
'cause shit don't always go my way
I cannot relax, enjoy
But don't want you to roll a J
I'll find a way to be okay

Lately, I'm just chillin' in my room
Watchin' toons, talkin' to my broom
Lately, I'm just chillin' all alone
In my home, I swear, I hate my phone
Hold up, wait a minute, I'm alright
Bitch, you tried, cannot kill my vibe
Hold up, wait a minute, it's a wrap
That shit's facts, dead on that

Lately, I've been chillin'
Order my dinner
That shit gon' slide in minutes
Fuck the outside and the booth
I be in my room, my album finished
My bitch lookin' like Zero Suit Samus
We about mindin' our business, ho
Me and my angels certified freakin'
On white sheets, we sinnin', though, uh
Vacuum the room up and light a candle
I'm too on-brand, I sip brown liquor
Did the dishes, I scooped the litter
Menial tasks don't make six figures
Yeah, I'm on the PS4
Fuck the BS, you see me talk
I'm too real
You can feel it when you see me raw
You be DM-in' these rappers, I do it
With a ouija board
Sheesh
Too easy, fuck 'em
Turn up, drink and smoke until I throwed up
Fuck y'all store
Got a doob, bitch, why you sober? (Oh, yeah)
Stuck inside, I'm ridin' dirty on my sofa
Still been focused, 'cause lately

Lately, I'm just chillin' in my room
Watchin' toons, talkin' to my broom
Lately, I'm just chillin' all alone
In my home, I swear, I hate my phone
Hold up, wait a minute, I'm alright
Bitch, you tried, cannot kill my vibe
Hold up, wait a minute, it's a wrap
(Wrap, wrap, wrap, wrap)
That shit's facts, dead on that