Pissed It All Away
(专辑: The King Of Everything Else - 2014)
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'ma 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 repo'ed, 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