Wax - Old Ways lyrics
[Wax - Old Ways lyrics]
I have no clue what fucking day it is
I can't believe I'm still doing this, man
I don't think my body can
Take this lifestyle much longer
I wasn't raised to act like this
I ain't left my crib in seven days or more
I haven't showered in three days
Haven't shaved in four
There's no reason to be
Showering and shaving for
When every day is a carbon
Copy of the day before
The only people that I see anymore
Are my roommates and the clerk
At the convenience store
Me and him used to chat in a friendly way
Now he shakes his head and lectures
Me for drinking every day
Of course I understand him so clear
But, I'm lost in the wonderland of cold beer
And the only thing I fear, is being sober
Cause the tears would come out
So I choose to bum out and dumb out
My brain cells are like Duracells dying
A little juice left
But, I'm sure as hell trying
To kill 'em all like Metallica, dunny
Rock and Roll lifestyle minus the
Sex and the money i'm a dummy
I ain't left my house for days
I've gone back, back to to my old ways
I'm just drinking, sleeping, not eating
Treating everyday like it's the weekend
This is not how I was raised
I don't search for, them women much
Even though I yearn for that feminine touch
It requires too much time and labor
And that's quite the opposite of my behavior
Man, I'm a lazy man, like an old recliner
I want a lazy girl
But, I'm too lazy to find her
And I ain't got the time or money
To wine her and dine her
Unless she likes Two Buck
Chuck and Oscar Meyer
In the mirror I see my reflection
And I always ask it some kind of question
But it never seems to provide suggestions
No guidance or lessons
Just my blank expressions slick Rick
Where the fuck you get your mirror from?
Was it a magic shop or was it Pier One?
I steer clear from self help books
Instead I spit stupid-ass rhymes and
Belt hooks like this
Man, I don't think I
Really know what's happening
Am I imagining or are these actual things?
Little moths flying with their flapping wings
Tickling me on my face while I rap and sing
I'm eating happy pills, I'm seeing Daffodils
I haven't opened up my mail
I see a stack of bills
I'm probably too late for the due date
Fuck it I'm a be late, crack another Tecate
Can't see straight but it feels like heaven
I'm dancing with the wolves, man
I feel like Kevin costner, I should win an
Oscar for acting stupid
This mind state's when I
Make spectacular music
At least it sounds that way in my ears
I'm a probably fucking die in
Less than five years
But it feels so good right now
I'm a make it so somehow I
Don't have to come down
I can't believe I'm still doing this, man
I don't think my body can
Take this lifestyle much longer
I wasn't raised to act like this
I ain't left my crib in seven days or more
I haven't showered in three days
Haven't shaved in four
There's no reason to be
Showering and shaving for
When every day is a carbon
Copy of the day before
The only people that I see anymore
Are my roommates and the clerk
At the convenience store
Me and him used to chat in a friendly way
Now he shakes his head and lectures
Me for drinking every day
Of course I understand him so clear
But, I'm lost in the wonderland of cold beer
And the only thing I fear, is being sober
Cause the tears would come out
So I choose to bum out and dumb out
My brain cells are like Duracells dying
A little juice left
But, I'm sure as hell trying
To kill 'em all like Metallica, dunny
Rock and Roll lifestyle minus the
Sex and the money i'm a dummy
I ain't left my house for days
I've gone back, back to to my old ways
I'm just drinking, sleeping, not eating
Treating everyday like it's the weekend
This is not how I was raised
I don't search for, them women much
Even though I yearn for that feminine touch
It requires too much time and labor
And that's quite the opposite of my behavior
Man, I'm a lazy man, like an old recliner
I want a lazy girl
But, I'm too lazy to find her
And I ain't got the time or money
To wine her and dine her
Unless she likes Two Buck
Chuck and Oscar Meyer
In the mirror I see my reflection
And I always ask it some kind of question
But it never seems to provide suggestions
No guidance or lessons
Just my blank expressions slick Rick
Where the fuck you get your mirror from?
Was it a magic shop or was it Pier One?
I steer clear from self help books
Instead I spit stupid-ass rhymes and
Belt hooks like this
Man, I don't think I
Really know what's happening
Am I imagining or are these actual things?
Little moths flying with their flapping wings
Tickling me on my face while I rap and sing
I'm eating happy pills, I'm seeing Daffodils
I haven't opened up my mail
I see a stack of bills
I'm probably too late for the due date
Fuck it I'm a be late, crack another Tecate
Can't see straight but it feels like heaven
I'm dancing with the wolves, man
I feel like Kevin costner, I should win an
Oscar for acting stupid
This mind state's when I
Make spectacular music
At least it sounds that way in my ears
I'm a probably fucking die in
Less than five years
But it feels so good right now
I'm a make it so somehow I
Don't have to come down