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Old Back Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I don't know if I'm an old soul though yo
Lately slipping a disc in my back got me thinking
That I might act like the biggest dick
When my tude's filled up with grit, Yep
Gone are the days when I played with a yo-yo
Bro, when I'm imagining it, getting to the point
When I lose my grip, when I slip and bust my hip
With other old timers
Forgetting shit like I got Alzheimer's
What was that? Where's my mind? Man, I can't find it
Getting molded with grime cold and past my prime
Could be a sign to grow, get wiser, toss the hold
Of my last Budweiser,
Switch up my shit with Appletizer
As an appetizer,
I lost my soul, made in a crowd of Blank
Memories that I can't identify her
Before I rot, yeh imma survivor
Paid my toll with garret wire
Saving my soul, but forgot my lighter
Bold and exacting my desire
Extracting my thoughts with rusted pliers
Frosted shit, burn it up in the fires
Finding bliss in the abyss with nothing left
But tits and motherfucking satire
Before I retire, snore to the sounds of sirens
Surrounding, calling out, flat and wider
Pissing out air like a fucking busted tire.
Sits here a fat arse hole
perspiring soul of a fucking liar
Transcribing fear
Cook it up on the fryer before we get cold Expired in our final year.
Folding up like the old flaps of a wrinkly vagina No blood smeared
I wanna iron shit out like the sheets out of your dryer
Whether or not you think I'm a liar
I'll be the identifier
Of a person flying higher
Than those who you originally admire
Higher
Higher
Higher
Higher
Fuck
When my body gets twisted
There'll be no more mischief
I don't think I'm gonna wanna risk it
When I got no teeth to eat all my biscuits
Seeing somebody walk freely
Will have me riddled with envy
Waving an old man's fist, getting pissed at others
Look at that fucker's happiness
I can see me as an angry old cunt
On days like motherfucking Christmas
Shit, uh
I will become tighter with money
My pills feel numb, lighter, above me
Tired thrills succumb, blighter, not sunny
Side shrills out gun the fighter, it's done see
Sly bills in the fires, but golly
Dry gills in, rum whiter on Bundy
Die still, outrun, slider on one knee
Then I'm gonna get lost and then I can't sleep
Gees
This shit's gone whack and abstract Motherfucker, there is no turning back
And I gotta get another fucking pill for my back
Before I have another fucking spastic attack
Holy shit, what was that?
I've gone in fucking shat in my dacks
Like Jackson Pollock on Jack
My crack has cracked
Smeared all the walls with my crap
Shit, my fucking kidneys have collapsed
And I'm fucking fading out to black
Am I really going out like that?
Like, fuck that
Then I act like I'm going mad
Eating cat scabs in a cab
Burning gas
When I go to grab a Mac Pat
Laced with smack as a snack
Off the cab's black mat
Turning abs to flab
As I start to blab
Fall to hell and I black out
Breaking my shell when I crash and I smash
Getting jacked back stabbed in the flab
Then react with the backslap at a phat rap
Facts aren't intact,
And I can't enact
Like I'm lacking tact,
Never coming back
On to the right track,
Fore I interact
With the fat sack,
Of fucking whack crack
On my lap, making my jaw slack
Fall to the floor flat
Scratching back
To the back door, then look up the walls that
Have me trapped and I'm trapped in a crap patch
In a match with myself, what a catch
Locked in a cell with no latch
And I'm trapped out, turning flapped out
Now, fuck that
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