a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lackadaisical - ashtin larold lyrics

[hook]
f-ck you, “you have no motivation”
f-ck you, “look at all this talent you’re wasting”
f-ck you, “this is the sh-t i’m tired of saying”
well, i’m tired of hearing it, b-tch, i’m just f-cking lazy
f-ck you, “you gotta grow up, you’re eighteen”
f-ck you, “all you do is watch tv”
f-ck you, “don’t you wanna follow your dreams?”
obviously, that’s why i’m always asleep

[verse 1]
yo i’m lazy; i like to wake up at noon
it’s usually three o’clock before i exit my room
i’ll spend a few hours just watching cartoons
pretending like i ain’t got nothing better to do
i’m hard to entertain but easily bored
i’ll sit and write some verses that i’ll never record
it’s been like four days since i stepped out the door
because my whole life is scattered on my bedroom floor
yo, an intellectual but you will never guess it
cos i’ve never had anything resembling a work ethic
i’m lethargic, pessimistic and neglected
i neglect to ever give a f-ck; i think you get the message
it must’ve been around my thirteenth birthday
when i found i was allergic to workdays
but i had a certain way with the wordplay
so i could verbally serve all the birdbrains
i got fans from here to milwaukee
when the haters act up i’m like “are you still talking?”
the chance of seeing me working out or going jogging
is the same as running into stephen hawking, walking
every day’s another existential crisis
but i don’t care what the purpose of life is
i’m content playing games on devices
‘til i develop a bad case of arthritis
a lot of rappers like to talk about their paper
but i’d rather take a walk around the nature
so while you sit and write a blog about your haters
i’ll be on my chris robin sh-t exploring hundred acres
so take a shot for the underachiever
smoke some pot for the b-ms and believers
some of us were meant to run for a touchdown
but you can find me asleep on the bleachers
smoke a bowl for the designated drivers
raise your lighter for intoxicated minors
you can call us all f-ck-ups and burnouts
but the ones who make mistakes are always wiser

[hook]

- ashtin larold lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular