Wax - Livin' Foul lyrics
[Wax - Livin' Foul lyrics]
I get older but don't stop livin' foul
My back is giving out
I need to simmer down, oh
Songs I used to sing, I can't sing 'em now
I killed my inner child i'm livin' foul, oh
Man, all this drinking gon' catch up
Off Luda's first album i was vibing with it
That was when I first heard 'bout 'em
At that point I was already living godlessly
Who'd a thought this shit was
Like a fortune cookie prophecy? My mama
She would tell me "cancer is
What you could get" i disregard her
Always saw it as some future shit
Well, the future's now, and I got no shades
(Nope)
Shit is 'bout as bright as full-blown AIDS
I lack ambition but my talent
Keeps me clothed and fed
Other rappers trippin' 'round the globe
Instead I'm home in bed
Hungover, back hurting, struggling, I'm
Reminiscing of the days of
Short recovery time
And I'm only still drinking
Because liquor still exists (Uh)
And I only kill my brain
Cells because ignorance is bliss (Uh)
I'm a good for nothing, chain-smoking
Rapping alcoholic (Yup)
So when I die at an early age, I called it
I get older but don't stop livin' foul
My back is giving out
I need to simmer down, oh
Songs I used to sing, I can't sing 'em now
I killed my inner child i'm livin' foul, oh
I used to have a mean falsetto
Serenade a vixen in a green tall meadow
Now my vocals are thoroughly Marlboro-y
Chords scarred plurally
It's beginning to worry me
A terrible future await's me if I only worsen
I'm too spoiled to survive
As a homeless person i need to go to church
And make a bold assertion
Have faith in Moses or some
Other fucking holy person
I dropped acid at my bus stop
I remember Liquid Swords just dropped
There's no vision quest for an idiot
I basically just saw a bunch of trippy shit
My fans buy my music on the internet
I turn around and spend it on cigarettes
Realistically I could have been the best
But man, nah
What the fuck you want me to do?
I'm just doing my thing, you know
Having fun, having a good time, you know
I get older but don't stop livin' foul
My back is giving out
I need to simmer down, oh
Songs I used to sing, I can't sing 'em now
I killed my inner child i'm livin' foul, oh
I'd like to thank everybody
Who believed in me even though I fucked up
Oh, yeah, but nothing i said nothing, never
Nobody ever ever gonna fucking bring me down
I get older but don't stop livin' foul
My back is giving out
I need to simmer down, oh
Songs I used to sing, I can't sing 'em now
I killed my inner child i'm livin' foul, oh
Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha
You're gettin' old man, gettin' old
Not as old as me though
I stopped counting after seventeen thousand
Ha ha ha, still fuckin' though
My back is giving out
I need to simmer down, oh
Songs I used to sing, I can't sing 'em now
I killed my inner child i'm livin' foul, oh
Man, all this drinking gon' catch up
Off Luda's first album i was vibing with it
That was when I first heard 'bout 'em
At that point I was already living godlessly
Who'd a thought this shit was
Like a fortune cookie prophecy? My mama
She would tell me "cancer is
What you could get" i disregard her
Always saw it as some future shit
Well, the future's now, and I got no shades
(Nope)
Shit is 'bout as bright as full-blown AIDS
I lack ambition but my talent
Keeps me clothed and fed
Other rappers trippin' 'round the globe
Instead I'm home in bed
Hungover, back hurting, struggling, I'm
Reminiscing of the days of
Short recovery time
And I'm only still drinking
Because liquor still exists (Uh)
And I only kill my brain
Cells because ignorance is bliss (Uh)
I'm a good for nothing, chain-smoking
Rapping alcoholic (Yup)
So when I die at an early age, I called it
I get older but don't stop livin' foul
My back is giving out
I need to simmer down, oh
Songs I used to sing, I can't sing 'em now
I killed my inner child i'm livin' foul, oh
I used to have a mean falsetto
Serenade a vixen in a green tall meadow
Now my vocals are thoroughly Marlboro-y
Chords scarred plurally
It's beginning to worry me
A terrible future await's me if I only worsen
I'm too spoiled to survive
As a homeless person i need to go to church
And make a bold assertion
Have faith in Moses or some
Other fucking holy person
I dropped acid at my bus stop
I remember Liquid Swords just dropped
There's no vision quest for an idiot
I basically just saw a bunch of trippy shit
My fans buy my music on the internet
I turn around and spend it on cigarettes
Realistically I could have been the best
But man, nah
What the fuck you want me to do?
I'm just doing my thing, you know
Having fun, having a good time, you know
I get older but don't stop livin' foul
My back is giving out
I need to simmer down, oh
Songs I used to sing, I can't sing 'em now
I killed my inner child i'm livin' foul, oh
I'd like to thank everybody
Who believed in me even though I fucked up
Oh, yeah, but nothing i said nothing, never
Nobody ever ever gonna fucking bring me down
I get older but don't stop livin' foul
My back is giving out
I need to simmer down, oh
Songs I used to sing, I can't sing 'em now
I killed my inner child i'm livin' foul, oh
Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha
You're gettin' old man, gettin' old
Not as old as me though
I stopped counting after seventeen thousand
Ha ha ha, still fuckin' though