Old Back 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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