Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pissed It All Away , by - Slaine. Release date: 18.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pissed It All Away |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I don’t wanna be famous |
| I just wanna be rich |
| Just forget what my name is |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| My nose scabbing up from sniffing, I had enough |
| And I had enough of rapping, I used to have it rough |
| I was mad at fuckin' life, thinking I was bad at luck |
| I had a fuckin' wife, I was always up at night |
| In the hallways I would write with the vengeance |
| And the engines of depression, they were revving |
| Go to sleep at seven |
| Wake up at whenever, it’s my little slice of heaven |
| This is who I dreamed of being ever since eleven |
| Pills rattle in my script bottles and I love the sound |
| Momma, I’ma go and get high — Ain’t never coming down |
| Momma I’ma rock star, momma I’m a fool |
| On TV but I never took no drama in a school |
| See me when I walk around, really you’re the last |
| Snap pictures of my fat face, want my autograph |
| I should watch what I’m saying cause it’s reaching the kids |
| But I’m drunk all the time and I speak what I live |
| I just wanna be rich, bitch |
| I don’t wanna be famous |
| I don’t believe in my own hype |
| Or your lies either, I just know what the game is |
| So when they lay me six feet deep |
| Trust me, this is all to say |
| How he came from the bottom and he rose to the top |
| Then he pissed it all away |
| Is he, is he dead? |
| Is he drunk? |
| Is he dizzy? |
| Is he really illy illy as he says? |
| Is he really |
| Getting busy? |
| Is he all around the world with a skizzy |
| From the city that he reps? |
| Yeah — He’s still there getting shitty on the steps |
| Juke you with the right, then he hit you with the left |
| Hit you with a pistol |
| Get you, split you ripping through your flesh |
| It’s habitual, it’s visceral assisting you with death |
| I’m positioning the christening, a baby with the rabies |
| It’s a vicious thing, it’s crazy |
| Piss my life away on a lazy |
| Sunday afternoon with a dime on the Patriots |
| A hoodrich junkie with the mind of an atheist |
| So what’s the make and the model of the pot you piss in? |
| When your Cadillac is repo’ed, your chart position |
| Is dropping low enough to cause a fucking heart condition |
| You’re a middle aged overweight rock musician |
| Narcissism is dark — It’s a harsh condition |
| Once the glory and people kissing your ass is missing |
| Now your blood is in the water and the sharks are fishing |
| Public tearing you apart with the stock precision |
| See, once upon a time you had to cling to the fame |
| And became another figure with a name |
| Used to be a lay-up on your way up |
| Now you’re struggling to stay up |
| Tell the player no one’s bigger than the game |
| So I wouldn’t be the first and I’d hardly be the last |
| Out in Hollywood on molly, but I’ll probably be as trash |
| Parlay with the rich with Bacardi in my glass |
| With the audience that left for a party in the past |