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wax – old ways lyrics

[intro]
i have no clue what f-cking 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

[verse 1]
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 h-ll trying
to k!ll them all, like metallica dunny
rock and roll lifestyle minus the s-x and the money
i’m a dummy

[hook]
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 its the weekend
this is not how i was raised

[verse 2]
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
sl!ck rick, where the f-ck 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–ss rhymes and belt hooks like this

[hook]

[verse 3]
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
f-ck 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 f-cking 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

[hook]

- wax lyrics

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