Out Livin Lyrics

I've been placing bets, swinging hammers

Now I'm making hits in pajammers

Everybody rides a hearse, not cynical

I might die first, but I'm still out livin you

Oh, baby I think I'm burning my tongue on hot stew

I know I'm in the right lane cuz I don't make a wrong move

Smooth move new groove I'll stoop soon to the bottom of the barrel where I find my apparel

Good news to you, choo choo, all aboard

And news crews gonna cover me so I'm warmer

Made a million building and selling 4 walls

Let's make it 30 from spitting and yelling 4 bars

I've been placing bets, swinging hammers

Now I'm making hits in pajammers

Everybody rides a hearse, not cynical

I might die first, but I'm still out livin you

And I might say fuck the world, cuz that's world domination

BDSM, you won't hear this on FM

Radio it's crazy though

Don't people wanna hear it

Me vomit my consciousness, use audio as a mirror

I've been placing bets, swinging hammers

Now I'm making hits in paja-

Everybody rides a hearse, not cynical

I might die first, but I'm still out livin you

Made a bag, but I'm not buying carriages yet

I'll ride the horse and show love like marriages, yep

My ego needed a song

How else it supposed to come out of the closet? Lock it and shove it away

For it to bottle up building pressure in the pressure cooking crock pot

And if it tries to escape I'll shock it with a hot shot

It's okay to occasionally admit your faults, dog

And everything in my life is my fault, mom

Feel like an asshole stuck in the middle, that's a hot dog

Except the buns are all of my problems lately

I guess I'll go back to the drawing board

Cuz Van Gogh didn't stop after one painting