Fyre Dept. - Old Ways lyrics

[Intro] I have no clue what f**ing 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 hell trying To k** them all, Like Metallica dunny Rock and Roll lifestyle minus the s** 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 Slick Rick, where 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 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** 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**ing 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]