Mom’s Basement - Intellectual

These boxes, my lack of patience

These window make me feel like a jail

These [?] wrappers is all the time that I've wasted

These [?] wrappers is that I've failed

I'm in my mom's basement

I don't know what to say

I don't got nothing new

Cause all I make songs about is what I used to do

And you took it away

Now I'm out of touch

Who knew that help could hurt this much

Bitch you wanna watch Netflix

I don't give no fuck

Bitch you gonna get my money up or you gon help Netflix get they stock up

Bitch you wanna go through White Castle

We don't got time for that

That's 30 minutes I can't get back

And all that's gon do is make you fat

Every time that you leave me

You know that I miss you

But every time that you help me

It makes me resent you

And how long until I'm a loser

I'm already there

And every time you know that I'm heartless

I'm where men goes when he worthless

These boxes, my lack of patience

These window make me feel like a jail

These [?] wrappers is all the time that I've wasted

These [?] wrappers is that I've failed

I'm in my mom's basement

(Ricky, pack your shit and get out!)

(Alright, I'm running some errands. I'll be back!)

Alright, I'll see you later!

Hang on let me text this lil bitch real quick