Slaine - Pissed It All Away lyrics

Yeah, yeah i don’t wanna be famous
I just wanna be rich
Just forget what my name is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My nose scabbing up from sniffing
I had enough and I had enough of rapping
I used to have it rough
I was mad at fucking life
Thinking I was bad at luck
I had a fucking wife
I was always up at night
In the hallways I would
Write with the vengeance
And the engines of depression
They were revving go to sleep at seven
Wake up at whenever
It's my little slice of heaven
This is who I dreamed of
Being ever since eleven
Pills rattle in my script bottles
And I love the sound
Momma, I'm a go and get high
Ain't never coming down
Momma I'ma rock star, momma I'm a fool
On TV but I never took no drama in a school
See me when I walk around
Really you're the last
Snap pictures of my fat face
Want my autograph
I should watch what I’m saying
Cause it’s reaching the kids
But, I’m drunk all the time and
I speak what I live

I just wanna be rich, bitch
I don’t wanna be famous
I don’t believe in my own hype
Or your lies either
I just know what the game is
So when they lay me six feet deep
Trust me, this is all to say
How he came from the bottom and
He rose to the top
Then he pissed it all away

Is he, is he dead? Is he drunk? Is he dizzy?
Is he really illy illy as
He says? Is he really
Getting busy? Is he all around
The world with a skizzy
From the city that he reps?
Yeah, he’s still there getting
Shitty on the steps juke you with the right
Then he hit you with the left
Hit you with a pistol
Get you, split you ripping through your flesh
It’s habitual, it's visceral
Assisting you with death
I’m positioning the christening
A baby with the rabies
It’s a vicious thing, it’s crazy
Piss my life away on a lazy
Sunday afternoon with a dime on the Patriots
A hoodrich junkie with the mind of an atheist

I just wanna be rich, bitch
I don’t wanna be famous
I don’t believe in my own hype
Or your lies either
I just know what the game is
So when they lay me six feet deep
Trust me, this is all to say
How he came from the bottom and
He rose to the top
Then he pissed it all away

So what’s the make and the model
Of the pot you piss in?
When your Cadillac is repoed
Your chart position
Is dropping low enough to cause
A fucking heart condition
You're a middle-aged overweight rock musician
Narcissism is dark, it’s a harsh condition
Once the glory and people kissing
Your ass is missing
Now your blood is in the water
And the sharks are fishing
Public tearing you apart with
The stock precision
See, once upon a time you had
To cling to the fame
And became another figure with a name
Used to be a lay-up on your way up
Now you're struggling to stay up
Tell the player no one's bigger than the game
So I wouldn't be the first and
I’d hardly be the last
Out in Hollywood on molly
But, I'll probably be as trash
Parlay with the rich with Bacardi in my glass
With the audience that left for
A party in the past

I just wanna be rich, bitch
I don’t wanna be famous
I don’t believe in my own hype
Or your lies either
I just know what the game is
So when they lay me six feet deep
Trust me, this is all to say
How he came from the bottom and
He rose to the top
Then he pissed it all away