i ain't left my crib, in 7 days or more
i haven't showered in 3 days, haven't shaved in 4
there's no reason to be showering and shaving for
when everydays a carbon copy of the day before
the only people that i see anymore
are my roommates; and the clerk at the convenient store
me and him used to chat in a friendly way
now he shakes his head and lectures me for drinking everyday
of course i understand him so clear
but im 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 b** out, and dumb out
my brain cells are like duracells dying
a little juice left, but i'm sure as hell tryin'
to kill em' all like metallica dunny
rock and roll life style, minus the s** and the money
i'm a dummy
i ain't left my house for days
i've gone back to, back to my old ways
i'm just, drinking; sleeping, not eatin'
treatin' like everyday like its 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 mann
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 mayer
in the mirror i see my reflection and i
always ask it some kind of question but it
never seems to provide suggestions
no guidence or lessons, just my blank expressions
slick rick, where'd the f*** 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 a** rhymes and belt hooks
like
i ain't left my house for days
i've gone back to, back to my old ways
i'm just, drinking; sleeping, not eatin'
treatin' like everyday like its the weekend
this is not how i was raised
man, i don't think i really know what's happening
am i imagining, or are these actual things?
little moss flying with their flapping wings
tickling me on my face while i rap and sing
i'm eating happy pills, i'm seeing daffy dills
i haven't opened up my mail, i see a stack of bills
i'm probably too late, for the due date
f*** it; i'ma be late, crack another tea cake
can't see straight, but it feels like heaven
i'm dancing with the wolves, d*** i feel like kevin
costner, i should win an oscar for acting stupid
its mind states when i make spectacular music
at least it sounds that way in my ears
i'ma probably f****** die in less than 5 years
but it feels so good right now, i'ma make it so some how
i don't have to come down
i ain't left my house for days
i've gone back to, back to my old ways
i'm just, drinking; sleeping, not eatin'
treatin' like everyday like its the weekend
this is not how i was raised!
i haven't showered in 3 days, haven't shaved in 4
there's no reason to be showering and shaving for
when everydays a carbon copy of the day before
the only people that i see anymore
are my roommates; and the clerk at the convenient store
me and him used to chat in a friendly way
now he shakes his head and lectures me for drinking everyday
of course i understand him so clear
but im 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 b** out, and dumb out
my brain cells are like duracells dying
a little juice left, but i'm sure as hell tryin'
to kill em' all like metallica dunny
rock and roll life style, minus the s** and the money
i'm a dummy
i ain't left my house for days
i've gone back to, back to my old ways
i'm just, drinking; sleeping, not eatin'
treatin' like everyday like its 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 mann
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 mayer
in the mirror i see my reflection and i
always ask it some kind of question but it
never seems to provide suggestions
no guidence or lessons, just my blank expressions
slick rick, where'd the f*** 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 a** rhymes and belt hooks
like
i ain't left my house for days
i've gone back to, back to my old ways
i'm just, drinking; sleeping, not eatin'
treatin' like everyday like its the weekend
this is not how i was raised
man, i don't think i really know what's happening
am i imagining, or are these actual things?
little moss flying with their flapping wings
tickling me on my face while i rap and sing
i'm eating happy pills, i'm seeing daffy dills
i haven't opened up my mail, i see a stack of bills
i'm probably too late, for the due date
f*** it; i'ma be late, crack another tea cake
can't see straight, but it feels like heaven
i'm dancing with the wolves, d*** i feel like kevin
costner, i should win an oscar for acting stupid
its mind states when i make spectacular music
at least it sounds that way in my ears
i'ma probably f****** die in less than 5 years
but it feels so good right now, i'ma make it so some how
i don't have to come down
i ain't left my house for days
i've gone back to, back to my old ways
i'm just, drinking; sleeping, not eatin'
treatin' like everyday like its the weekend
this is not how i was raised!