Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Waist Down, artist - Token. Date of issue: 17.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Waist Down |
| Back in the day, all anyone did was overlook me |
| Now, when they look down, they tryna' pass the crown to where it should be |
| Define a rookie |
| Define it, I’ve been a boss since thirteen |
| No wonder why no one understood me, all goodie |
| All gravy |
| Y’all say we’ve gone crazy, but we ain’t gone anywhere |
| Except the places that pay me |
| Where everybody just praise me |
| So if you ain’t with A-team |
| You can suck a dick, get rabies, and then die |
| Yea, right there |
| I got a new idea |
| I got a brand-new idea for you my dear |
| If you don’t like being called stupid, stop being stupid, cause I’ma' fucking |
| call you stupid if you do that there |
| Yea, I got some rappers confidence |
| For every fake fan with a backwards compliment |
| Master actors who matter not a bit |
| Bomb has been set, detonation approximately now |
| And I’ve been plotting on the low |
| But I don’t really want to keep it on the low no more |
| So I’ma' need all of your hands in the air the goddamn second that I decide I |
| want to go on tour |
| Saying I don’t give a fuck |
| I don’t give a fuck like I’m paralyzed from the waist down |
| Waist down, waist down, waist down |
| Saying I don’t give a fuck |
| I don’t give a fuck like I’m paralysed from the waist down |
| Waist down, waist down |
| Way down to rockbottom I send y’all. |
| Token is a genius |
| I don’t give a fuck; |
| I’m on some paraplegic shit |
| You feel me? |
| I ain’t feeling y’all |
| I got no feeling in my legs, wheelchairs I pop a wheelie on |
| I am really young |
| 17 and I got funders with their hands out talking 'bout a million |
| But I don’t take no handouts off air |
| You don’t need to scratch my back; |
| I got me a massage chair |
| That’s right. |
| Everybody act like they’re living the exact life |
| Everybody tryna' be like everybody, no one tryna' be an individual and that’s |
| like |
| Getting a flashlight to mask light |
| A blackeye to have sight |
| A bad guy to act nice |
| A traffic light to crash bikes |
| An appetite to snack light |
| An afterlife to flatline |
| A rabbi to baptize |
| And bragging on the Internet just means you got a fake ego filled with |
| insecurities killing you and that’s why |
| And I’ve been plotting on the low |
| But I don’t really want to keep it on the low no more |
| So I’ma' need all of your hands in the air the goddamn second that I decide I |
| want to go on tour |
| Saying I don’t give a fuck |
| I don’t give a fuck like I’m paralyzed from the waist down |
| Waist down, waist down, waist down |
| Saying I don’t give a fuck |
| I don’t give a fuck like I’m paralysed from the waist down |
| Waist down, waist down |
| Stop, stop, stop… |
| Wh-, what’s-, what’s the problem? |
| Token, this is one of the stupidest songs I’ve ever heard in my life |
| Wh-, why, why is it stupid? |
| I mean, the whole idea, like, you don’t give a fuck, like, you can’t have sex… |
| Well, yeah… |
| …I mean, that’s not original, like, that’s not cool |
| Well, I thought it sounded kinda cool |
| No no, like, I mean, it really didn’t sound good either |
| Oh, well, I’m sorry… |
| You know, next time you have me come to the studio, can you at least have some |
| real shit ready for me? |
| Oh, is that so? |
| The second I start having fun, Token’s an asshole |
| They said I be doing the same shit, everybody wants something that’s new now, |
| well right when I change it up, I’m whack though |
| Oh, that makes sense, I got it |
| Everybody have some fun, except the artist |
| Everybody loved me when I recorded out of the closet |
| Then a blog picked it up, yep, that’s garbage |
| Oh. |
| I got some rappers confidence to every fake fan with a backwards compliment |
| You think I slid that line in there with no consciousness? |
| I see the fake fans, I’m who they want a problem with |
| Like I ain’t giving my all to this |
| When I am trying to alter this |
| Questioning all of my motives when I’m just trying to make mama rich |
| And I just want to see daddy happy, they just want to see bars and shit |
| Consequence calling this confidence cockiness, God forbid |
| God forbid I’m comfortable enough to switch the scene |
| Sometimes I don’t want to walk down a little street |
| With metaphor metamorphosis and similar similes |
| Sometimes I want to fuck around dawg, I’m seventeen |
| Sometimes I don’t want to be serious |
| Sometimes I don’t want to be Mr. Lyricist |
| Sometimes I wonder why they judge me |
| Sometimes I want to put a jet engine on a wheelchair cause I think it’s fucking |
| funny |
| And now they’re wondering if I’m still really that hungry |
| They’re wondering if I’m getting comfortable, I feel uncomfortable cause a |
| second ago you motherfuckers loved me |
| And I’ve been working harder than ever to get to the next level of flights |
| You’re either afraid to let me go or you’re afraid of heights |
| Waist down, waist down |
| Let me spit a simple hook for everyone who ain’t staying around |
| They want me to pigeonhole myself and fall |
| Show me where happiness is, 'cause it ain’t with y’all |