Old Ways (Quickie Mart Remix|Explicit)

Old Ways (Quickie Mart Remix|Explicit) - Wax

Written by：Martin Arceneaux/Mike Jones

I have no clue what f**king 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 them 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 to back to my old ways

I'm just drinking sleeping not eating

Treating 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

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 f**k 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 this

I ain't left my house for days

I've gone back to back to my old ways

I'm just drinking sleeping not eating

Treating 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 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**k 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**king 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 ain't left my house for days

I've gone back to back to my old ways

I'm just drinking sleeping not eating

Treating everyday like its the weekend

This is not how I was raised