FIDLAR No Waves

I feel, feel like a cokehead

I feel, feel like I can’t get drunk no more

Cause I’m on the floor

Looking for some matches just to cook up a score

I feel, feel like shooting up

I feel, feel like giving up on my skateboard

Cause I’m fucking bored

I wanna perfect left down a sunset shore

I feel, feel like a crackhead

I feel, feel like I’m not gonna make it no more

Cause I’m on the floor

Just pick me up and give me some more

I feel, feel like I’m a grandpa

I feel, feel like I’m already 80 years old

And my skin’s so cold

I need a new body and I need a new soul

I feel, feel like getting drunk

I feel, feel like fucking up my life

Again with all my friends

I hope we’ll make it til the end

I feel, feel like shooting up

I feel, feel like I can’t get laid no more

Cause I’m on the floor

Just looking for some matches just to cook up a score

I feel, feel like a cokehead

I feel, feel like I can’t get drunk no more

Cause I’m on the floor

Looking for some matches just to cook up a score

I feel, feel like shooting up

I feel, feel like giving up on my skateboard

Cause I’m fucking bored

I wanna perfect left down a sunset shore

FIDLAR Bad Medicine

You say you miss her

And it’s hard to be apart

Until the next girl you see

When you’re drunk at the bar

You ask me why you do it

I couldn’t care less

I just smile and shrug

No I wont say shit

About that bad medicine

That silver spoon

That you always had

Well you bent it up

And you burnt it black

So I’ll take the bottle

You take that spoon

I’ll shoot at the bar

You’ll shoot in your room

I’ll drown my liver lie and say I’m sick

While you shake in your room trying to kick

That bad medicine

You’ll shake the needle

And the damage is done

But when it’s time for “I’m sorry”

Cat’s got your tongue

We’ll be fine without that bad medicine

Till you’re blacked out drunk and you piss on me again

We’ll be fine without that bad medicine

Till you’re blacked out drunk and you piss on me again

It’s just that bad medicine

FIDLAR 5 To 9

Three o’clock! (Three o’clock!) in the morning, double vision with my homies,

Four o’clock! (Four o’clock!) feeling funny, got no car and we got no money.

Ahhhhhh ahhhhh haaaahhhh

Five o’clock! (Five o’clock!) bumming, sunset, drinking forties till we can’t see

Six o’clock! (Six o’clock!) get too bent and ask if Evan’s got anything

Ahhhhhh ahhhhh haaaahhhh

Eight o’clock! (Eight o’clock!) feeling shitty, coming down off cheap pcp

Nine o’clock!, (Nine o’clock!) drunk and driving, on my way to Culver city.

Ahhhhhh ahhhhh haaaahhhh

Ten o’clock! (Ten o’clock!) stuck in traffic, taking bong rips in the backseat

Twelve o cloc! (Twelve o’clock!) get arrested on my way to LA County

FIDLAR Why Generation

There’s a secret we wanna know

But you keep it yea you keep it for your own

And all the kids all the kids wanna know

Where do I belong where do I go

And they tell you

Why generation

Why generation

Why generation

Why generation

There’s a secret we wanna know

How the hell how the hell we supposed to know

How to live in the twenty-first century

When every move you make everyone can see

So they tell you

Why generation

Why generation

Why generation

Why generation

I remember the morning on my parents bed

TV screen was burning through my head

There’s a bad bad man in our land

Why’d he do will we ever understand

And they tell you

Why generation

Why generation

Why generation

Why generation

Why generation

Why generation

Why generation

Why generation

FIDLAR Blackout Stout

I told my girl I can’t see the lights

Take my hand and it’ll be all right

Shoulda never gone out tonight

I can’t find my way home

I can’t find my way

Walk alone and it’s hard to breathe

Take a hit I’m falling to my knees

Somebody is following me

Brother laughing at me on the phone

Let’s go to the unknown

Can’t wait to be alone

I can’t find my way home

I can’t find my way home

I can’t find my way home

I can’t find my way

Gotta find a place to sleep

Skid row lost a couple teeth

Somebody is following me

Woke up in my dealer’s car

Tattoo on my arm

F-I-D-L-A-R

I can’t find my way home

I can’t find my way home

I can’t find my way home

I can’t find my way

FIDLAR This House Party Sucks

Well I woke up next to a 7-11

Trying to buy my one-way ticket to heaven

3,99 for a bottle of fun

Free-99 let’s just fucking run

And when I get to the party

At the top of the town

And I just want to drink beer

With my friends around

666 grafitted on the wall

Shit shit shit the cops got called

Cause this house party sucks

And this house party sucks

Take a shot or maybe 52

Cause I get bummed out when I think of you

Call my friends who are unemployed

Pick them up and get destroyed

Walk outside and we calm around

Trying to see if anyone’s back in town

Just our luck we find the place

Walk right in and get shit-faced

Cause this house party is fucked

And this house party is fucked

And usually I don’t give a fuck

But this house party sucks

And this house party sucks

FIDLAR Sober

Oh my God, are you seriously gonna do this right know?

Look, I’m trying to get better but

I can’t do that when every goddamed thing is about you

And why do I have to figure out why I’m like this

And still treat you like a princess

But what about me?

I’m a fucking princess too

So treat me like one

And don’t tell me what to do

Ok go ahead

Ok go ahead

What? You are the one making this whole situation awkward

I’m just asking you

How you are and you say

“Oh I can’t be bothered”

What is this? High school?

You said that I’m immature

And suck at my life

Exactly is it’s my life

And you know what? Don’t tell me what to do

I figured as I got older that life just sucks when you get sober

I figured out when I got sober that life just sucks when you get older

You know what? So what?

I wash my hands from this shit

I don’t need you

And I don’t need them

And I don’t need her

And I don’t need him

And it’s just incredible

That you expect everyone to be on your schedule

Cause it’s always been about you

But now you can’t tell me what to do

I figured as I got older that life just sucks when you get sober

I figured out as I got sober that life just sucks when you get older

I figured out as I got sober that life just sucks when you get older

I figured out as I got sober that life just sucks when you get older

FIDLAR Get Off My Block

Well excuse me motherfucker you are on my block

Pack urn up and ship urn off the rock

You can park your car anywhere you want

But by the time you get back, ah that shit’s ripped off

I can’t promise you that but I promise I’d be back with the sack that you

Asked

When you’re thinking about doing so stupid shit at my home

Remember, you’re on my rock

Get off my block

Get off my rock

Get off my rock

Get off my rock

Fuck it, I need a cigarette

I need a bag of ice I need some Heineken

And a boom box bumping out some real hood shit

And some Pakalolo, grown local

What bada you? Are we too local are we too loco are we too voco?

When you’re on the beach reading some book that you bought

Remember, you’re on my rock

Get off my block

Get off my rock

Get off my block

Get off my rock

Yea, Pele she go

Bring it back down with some island shit

False crack a tourist and let’s steal their shit

And take urn to my unko that knows how to sell it

I wasn’t made I was born like this

Big fucking deal if you get gentrified

Back in the day it was called colonized

So when you’re on vacation trynna “find yourself

Just remember to

Get off my rock

Get off my block

Get off my rock

Get off my block

Get off my rock

Get off my block

Get off my rock

FIDLAR White On White

Got no job got no money got no place to be

So they said there gonna make a man outta me

Got no job got go money got no place to be

So they said there gonna make a man outta me

Got no job got no money got no place to be

Took me out set me up sent me overseas

Got no job got no money got no place to be

Now its time to serve your country

No

Got a job got money got a place to be

Run though the desert trying to find the beach

Got a job got money got a place to be

Run though the desert trying to find me me me

No

FIDLAR I’m Going Nowhere

My inhibitions gets me nowhere

I know I shouldn’t want to be there

Life’s been slow, too much free time

Left at home, I’ve come to die

I don’t mind dying young

I made my mind up when I was drunk

And I don’t mind dying young

I’m no better than my friends and my friends are dumb

Waking up and I’m not sober

I never should have called you over

I hear my girlfriend says I’m lazy

I couldn’t see her, room was too hazy

I don’t mind dying young

I get it up even though I’m not hung

And I don’t mind dying young

Fake ID ’til I’m 21

I don’t mind dying young

I made my mind up when I was drunk

And I don’t mind dying young

I’m no better than my friends and my friends are dumb