Old Ways

[Intro] I have no clue what fucking 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 kill them all, Like Metallica dunny Rock and Roll lifestyle minus the sex 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 fuck 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-ass 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 Fuck 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 fucking 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]