Yeat – Bäk 2 BED Lyrics

Bäk 2 BED

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"Bäk 2 BED." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:39 am

Album: Alivë

Track No: 05

(Ayy, Mino, is this catchy?)
Ooh, ooh
Had to go wake up (sleep)
I'ma geek, geek for breakfast (breakfast)
Yeah, I came in this shit, but I can't take a exit (swerve)
And I'm booted off the Ecstasy, let's go
I don't drink no Hennessy, no, yeah
Tripled up my cup, I'm like the Embassy
I just woke up to some bullshit, I went back to bed (bullshit)
When I walk back on my cool shit, that nasty head
Fell asleep, I was in the pool, woke up in a fancy bed (fancy)
90 milligrams of Oxy', I'm the Walking Dead (90)
I'm not broke, don't watch no pockets, no, I'm not no fed (shh)
Sippin' on Hi-Tech, I'm sippin' red (red, let's go)
And lately, I've been actin' dead (funeral)
I do not care, I leave everyone on read
Boot up off these drugs, boot up off this, how I activate
Make a band every day for a month, that's up to 30K (30)
I can't even put it in my cup, my bro got dirty K's (buh-buh-buh)
Still on them dirty drugs, I'm in my dirty ways
Y'all been flockin' like a bird, y'all act like 30 jays
I crashed the whip, I was noddin' off, got court in 60 days (whoo)
How the fuck, how the fuck, how the fuck am I so paid? (Rich)
Been through so much dumb shit, I had to numb my pain
Everyone copyin' everybody's wave, I still remain the same (hell no)
Bitch, this Corvette way too fast, I switch like 80 lanes (skrr, skrr)
Finessin' kids out like ten bands, I swerve like 80 lames
I be so high it don't even make sense, I feel like 80 cranes (brr)
Brand-new Maison Margiela shoes got 80 paints (Margiela)
I ship this gas out every day, my stank on 80 planes
Yeah, twizzy servin' chicken like he work at Canes (chickens)
No, bitch, don't play the victim, I don't play that game
Bought that Chrome Hearts, real diamond silver-plated ring
I'm a alien over here, I feel like a Teletubby thing (yeah, yeah)
Crashed the Cayenne, you could tell that shit was dink (yeah, yeah)
This a real rabbit, you could tell my coat is mink (oh, yeah, yeah)
No, I don't fuck with nobody 'cause my shit is too unique (yeah, yeah)
My money tall, my money strong, your money weak (money weak, yeah)
And I'm booted off the Ecstasy, let's go
I don't drink no Hennessy, no, yeah
Tripled up my cup, I'm like the Embassy
I just woke up to some bullshit, I went back to bed (bullshit)
Man, they see me on the TV like I'm NBC
Fell asleep, I was in the pool, woke up in a fancy bed (yeah)
90 milligrams of Oxy', I'm the Walking Dead (uh)
I'm not broke, don't watch no pockets, no, I'm not no fed (shush)
Sippin' on Hi-Tech, I'm sippin' red, red, let's go
And lately, I've been actin' fed (funeral)
I do not care, I leave everyone on read
Boot up off these drugs, boot up off this, how I activate
Make a band every day for a month, that's up to 30K (30)
I can't even put it in my cup, my bro got dirty K's (buh-buh-buh)
Still on them dirty drugs, I'm in my dirty ways
Y'all been flockin' like a bird, y'all act like 30 jays
I crashed the whip, I was noddin' off, got court in 60 days (woo)
Woke up to some bullshit, I went back to bed
Woke up to some bullshit, I went back to bed
Woke up to some bullshit, I went back to bed
Woke up to some bullshit, I went back to bed

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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