LAST BREATH - 3OH!3

Haway

Ladies and Gentlemen

Weighing in at a combined 350 pounds

Standing 12 feet 9 inches tall

From Boulder, Colora—

3OH!3

3OH!3

3OH!

Sick of feeling useless, sick of feeling dumb

Sick of feeling like we’re living by the gun

Over being cautious under all the stress

Drowning in the bullshit with this last breath

Things have gone and changed up, yeah

Used to have a Top 8, yeah

Now I got this sinking feeling

Bite down while the snake skin’s peeling

We right here

Petey Pablo gonna spin his shirt like a helicopter

You can take it off

Rub it on your skin like some peanut butter, spread it on, lick it off

Wait right there, woo, take a second look around

Who’s gonna be the one you’re gonna trust

When your metal fingers rust

And you’re digging deeper, deeper underground, underground?

Sick of feeling useless, sick of feeling dumb

Sick of feeling like we’re living by the gun

Over being cautious under all the stress

Drowning in the bullshit with this last breath

Switch the hitter for the pitcher, yeah

Sell the soul and get much richer, yeah

Now I got this chipped-up shoulder

Redder than the Devil’s boner

We right here

Natty drop a beat on your face like an older brother

You can soak it in

Put it in your mouth like a vitamin, suck it in, spit it out

Don’t move so fast, psych

Maybe you should pick it up, speed it up, show me that you give a fuck

'Cause I been sitting here waiting

Waiting on your boyfriend to eat him up, eat him up, eat him up