Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Relax, artist - Wax. Album song Eviction Notice, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: sCRUBLife
Song language: English
Relax |
Tilt your seats back and relax |
It’s me Wax and EOM feed tracks |
To cats who hate weak raps and weak beats and repeats |
Of last weeks recyclables |
You can find out if my ass cheeks are like-able |
Kiss 'em while you hate |
I’ll be sitting in the waiting room |
Writing tunes |
While you have a lively debate |
And while you waste time making stupid rules |
We’ll stay in the pocket like newborn marsupials |
You’d be fools if you followed their lead |
You might as well kneel down and swallow their seed, man |
Hating on E and Wax |
E, pass me another hurricane dog |
So I can stay lit like a Duraflame log |
I prefer insane smog in my brain over airheadedness |
Add this to your «I didn’t get it» list |
Fuck a memo |
Fuck a demo |
Fuck a deal |
Fuck every emotion in your soul that you feel |
Pop pills with us so you can roll with the real, thank you |
Another CD sold for a meal |
Take 'hold of the wheel |
Matter fact |
Give it back |
You can’t handle the torque of an EOM track |
You put in so much effort |
To pitiful results |
Goddamn you have alot of faults, flaws |
Blemishes and shortcomings |
Me and E’s forthcoming efforts |
Will be effortless and more stunning |
Ya’ll ain’t fucking with Wax |
Why do people seem so glass half-empty? |
Yet they give a pass to these half-ass Emcees |
What I have in common with giraffes, cash, and bees |
Is I’m high and I’m fly and I cause envy |
If Herbal T or EOM Isn’t your name |
Then your musical advice was probably given in vain |
While you write and talk about the shit you think I need to change |
I’ll be outside smiling, singing in the rain, man |
On my parade you can pour piss |
I’ll be dancing on a float in a state of pure bliss |
One day me and Herbal T’ll pour Crist' |
Till then, sorry bro, I’m too pour Chris |
But you can pass me the Pabts |
And here’s a fucking pillow EOM relax |
Lyrical gold medal Olympian |
Cardio |
Regimen |
Still I got |
Hardly no, benjamins |
Motherfuckers talk for the show |
Like Maury Povich and them |
I can see the sorry ho bitch in them |
Walk around with their nose in the air |
But we just brush 'em to the side like an emo kid combing his hair |
I rock tight like that same kid’s jeans |
Ya’ll are like angst-ridden teens |
All green with envy like thanksgiving beans and the casserole |
Beat you back into your hole like we’re playing Whack-a-Mole |
Damn, ya’ll some busy little beavers |
Pitiful achievers with your critical demeanor’s |
We don’t do it for the doubters we just rip it for believers |
If you haters want a cookie give a visit to the Keebler’s |
One more, one more, one, two, three, four |
People show us love when we come through B-more |
DC too down to VCU |
And Hampton, where you’ll find EOM cold lampin' |
Kickin' back making beats in his leisure time |
With a fine Caeser and Tequila from the freezer with a squeeze of lime |
I’m 'bout to go and get some peace of mind |
San Diego lay low with my seat reclined |
In the shade where the air is cooler |
I’ll take the day off like Ferris Bueller |
Prepare a cooler, roll a big ass spliff |
You piss ants can come along or just remain stiff |
Spit clever just cause my tongue is your |
Type of curve balls win them fucking Cy Young Awards |
I’m Sandy Koufax |
So much stress on my mind it’s hard to stay sober |
They decrease the load of the weight on my shoulders |
I hit the liquor store for another king cobra, use my debit card I hope it |
ain’t over |
The limit cuz you know what that be, another 25 for the over draft fee |
Where does that go exactly? |
I don’t know exactly, but it isn’t to the lower |
class |
People lookin' for a check in stressed out conditions, regretting horrible |
decisions |
Like me who just got a DUI and I can’t afford it the fee’s are to high |
And there’s no one to blame but I but I can’t provide |
Water when my well’s run dry and I got ripped off last year buyin' money tree’s |
Look at em' everyday and still just fuckin leaves, a couple G’s of spare change |
to some |
Who are those people, what are their name and num |
Birds, I’m so stressed I’m cuttin' up worms I laugh at the situation |
Cuz it’s fuckin absurd. |
Check my swag as I rip it |
I’d pull out my hair but I can’t quite grip it |
And I can’t afford a damn flight ticket for a plane ride |
If I could I’d go to Maine and hide |
(Outro) |