Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fail , by - Wax. Release date: 15.06.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fail |
| Female contestant: «Gentlemen, do I have at least one number right?» |
| Bob Barker: «OH — ah… Was that a horn? |
| No number right… Not. |
| One. |
| Number. |
| Right. |
| That has never happened before, y’know!» |
| Yeah, in fact I do know, Bob… |
| Man, these rappers remind me of that kid that falls off the log on YouTube into |
| the creek |
| Check it out, uh |
| All we do is inhale, exhale |
| We succeed while y’all motherfuckers fail |
| It’s as easy as breathin' for me to combine with the rhythm |
| EOM, I’m thinkin' that it’s time that we hit 'em with the. |
| . |
| The price is wrong |
| We’re thrice as good and been doin' this for twice as long |
| We’re 'bout to go skiing in Vail |
| We succeed while y’all motherfuckers fail, FAIL |
| Ayo, I been making music ever since I was a mini tyke |
| Since Bob Barker started rockin' skinny mikes |
| Spent many busy nights tryna get it tight |
| Rappers tryna give advice, but the price isn’t right |
| I heard your shit on facebook, I didn’t like |
| It made me navigate to a different site |
| Your rhyming is terrible, you ain’t spittin' right |
| Your timing’s unbearable, man, your rhythm’s white |
| Better take that test and get that GED, sir |
| You could still be a substitute PE teacher |
| You will never be as capable as me and E were |
| At thirteen |
| You are hurting |
| I’m asserting my point using evidence that you provided |
| I’ve come to the conclusion that you are too misguided |
| Music ain’t somethin' everyone can supply well |
| You are an F TO THE A TO THE I, L |
| All we do is inhale, exhale |
| We succeed while y’all motherfuckers fail |
| It’s as easy as breathin' for me to combine with the rhythm |
| EOM, I’m thinkin' that it’s time that we hit 'em with the. |
| . |
| The price is wrong |
| We’re thrice as good and been doin' this for twice as long |
| We just got accepted to Yale |
| We succeed while y’all motherfuckers fail, FAIL |
| We took a shit where the Grammy red carpet starts |
| So all the celebrities left our skidmarks |
| We did the fuckin' national anthem at the Superbowl with armpit farts, man |
| We set trends… |
| You ain’t shit, follower |
| As a kid you were a paint-chip swallower |
| How does lead-based fire-engine red taste? |
| You were forced to sniff glue and were fed paste |
| 'Til you were dumb and delirious |
| Don’t let it get you down |
| You’re just young and inexperienced |
| I’ve gripped hold of a few more mic stands |
| I spit cold like a blue Coors Light can |
| You must’ve fell from the Fail Tree |
| And hit every branch |
| You like a fat girl ordering heavy ranch |
| On her fried chicken salad with a diet coke |
| When pressure’s on every time you choke |
| All we do is inhale, exhale |
| We succeed while y’all motherfuckers fail |
| It’s as easy as breathin' for me to put rhyme with the rhythm |
| EOM, I’m thinkin' that it’s time that we hit 'em with the. |
| . |
| The price is wrong |
| We’re thrice as good and been doin' this for twice as long |
| Just got a million dollar check in the mail |
| We succeed while y’all motherfuckers fail, FAIL |