The Perils - Old Man Saxon

6 AM wake up all alone

Like what can ya boy say?

Shit shower shave’s taking the whole day

Thinking with no pay

Like fucking with no size

Like cutting with no knife

And trusting you ho right, like why?

Interviews asking me where my stripper pole

But I can’t drop the ball so I spit give and go

If I give them that real shit I’m concealing

Broke, no dough and chilling

They laughing me out the building

Can I use your restroom?

What no, what type of noise is that?

Most of these fools ain’t loyal cats

They smoke until the foil’s black

Sorry, trees started confessing

Departed with Wesson’s

And restarted the lesson

We started from less than duh

No excuse though

Just wanted a roof over my head

Two hoes, skin black as Manute Bol

Make cash for my crude flow

That house on the hill?

Who know…

Just want to go… Home…

Can’t wait to go… Home…

Just want to go… Home…

Can’t wait to go… Home… All alone…

Choked up while I’m writing this

Didn’t think my life would get

So fucking trifle and

Living like Mice & Men

Hoping this shit gets right again

Looking like I crawled out of a chimney

Ballers in my vicinity

Hoping they remember me

But stuck in anonymity

Mind blown like Kennedy

When I start kicking these written things

Now give me cheese

Can I get my cash today?

If not, tomorrow’s fine

As long as I ain’t broke

And getting dough

Then that’s the bottom line

…You niggas don’t give a shit

Constipation and constant hatin'

Got me looking up at the constellations

Steady corroborating

Fallacies about where I’m staying

(You know… Somewhere in Silverlake…)

But really in the back

On the passenger’s side

Toasting and laughing like

Look where im at tonight

Just want to go… Home…

Can’t wait to go… Home…

Just want to go… Home…

Can’t wait to go… Home… All alone…