Wax - Relax lyrics

Published

0 323 0

Wax - Relax lyrics

Tilt your seats back and relax It's me Wax and EOM feed tracks To cats who hate weak raps and weak beats and repeats Of last weeks recyclables You can find out if my a** cheeks are like-able Kiss 'em while you hate I'll be sitting in the waiting room Writing tunes While you have a lively debate And while you waste time making stupid rules We'll stay in the pocket like newborn marsupials You'd be fools if you followed their lead You might as well kneel down and swallow their seed, man Hating on E and Wax E, pa** me another hurricane dog So I can stay lit like a Duraflame log I prefer insane smog in my brain over airheadedness Add this to your "I didn't get it" list f** a memo f** a demo f** a deal f** every emotion in your soul that you feel Pop pills with us so you can roll with the real, thank you Another CD sold for a meal Take 'hold of the wheel Matter fact Give it back You can't handle the torque of an EOM track You put in so much effort To pitiful results Goddamn you have alot of faults, flaws Blemishes and shortcomings Me and E's forthcoming efforts Will be effortless and more stunning Ya'll ain't f**ing with Wax Why do people seem so gla** half-empty? Yet they give a pa** to these half-a** Emcees What I have in common with giraffes, cash, and bees Is I'm high and I'm fly and I cause envy If Herbal T or EOM Isn't your name Then your musical advice was probably given in vain While you write and talk about the sh** you think I need to change I'll be outside smiling, singing in the rain, man On my parade you can pour piss I'll be dancing on a float in a state of pure bliss One day me and Herbal T'll pour Crist' Till then, sorry bro, I'm too pour Chris But you can pa** me the Pabts And here's a f**ing pillow EOM relax Lyrical gold medal Olympian Cardio Regimen Still I got Hardly no, benjamins Motherf**ers stop for the show Like Maury Povich and them I can see the sorry ho b**h in them Walk around with their nose in the air But we just brush 'em to the side like an emo kid combing his hair I rock tight like that same kid's jeans Ya'll are like angst-ridden teens All green with envy like thanksgiving beans and the ca**erole Beat you back into your hole like we're playing Whack-a-Mole Damn, ya'll some busy little beavers Pitiful achievers with your critical demeanor's We don't do it for the doubters we just rip it for believers If you haters want a cookie give a visit to the Keebler's One more, one more, one, two, three, four People show us love when we come through B-more DC too down to VCU And Hampton, where you'll find EOM cold lampin' Kickin' back making beats in his leisure time With a fine Caeser and Tequila from the freezer with a squeeze of lime I'm 'bout to go and get some peace of mind San Diego lay low with my seat reclined In the shade where the air is cooler I'll take the day off like Ferris Bueller Prepare a cooler, roll a big a** spliff You piss ants can come along or just remain stiff Spit clever just cause my tongue is your Type of curve balls win them f**ing Cy Young Awards I'm Sandy Koufax So much stress on my mind it's hard to stay sober They decrease the load of the weight on my shoulders I hit the liquor store for another king cobra, use my debit card I hope it ain't over The limit cuz you know what that be, another 25 for the over draft fee Where does that go exactly? I don't know exactly, but it isn't to the lower cla** People lookin' for a check in stressed out conditions, regretting horrible decisions Like me who just got a DUI and I can't afford it the fee's are to high And there's no one to blame but I but I can't provide Water when my well's run dry and I got ripped off last year buyin' money tree's Look at em' everyday and still just f**in leaves, a couple G's of spare change to some Who are those people, what are their name and num Birds, I'm so stressed I'm cuttin' up worms I laugh at the situation Cuz it's f**in absurd. Check my swag as I rip it I'd pull out my hair but I can't quite grip it And I can't afford a damn flight ticket for a plane ride If I could I'd go to Maine and hide ( Outro)

You need to sign in for commenting.
No comments yet.