Relax

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Tilt your seats back and relax It's me Wax and EOM feed tracks To cats who hate weak raps and weak beats and repeats Of last week's recyclables You can find out if my ass cheeks are likable Kiss 'em while you hate I'll be sitting in the waiting room writing tunes While you have a lively debate And while you waste time making stupid rules We'll stay in the pocket like newborn marsupials You'd be fools if you followed their lead You might as well kneel down and swallow their seed, man Hatin' on E and Wax Y'all just need to relax [Verse 2] E, pass me another hurricane, dawg So I can stay lit like a Duraflame log I prefer insane smog in my brain over airheadedness Add this to your "I didn't get it" list Fuck a memo, fuck a demo, fuck a deal Fuck every emotion in your soul that you feel Pop pills with us so you can roll with the real, thank you Another CD sold for a meal Take hold of the wheel, matter fact, give it back You can't handle the torque of an EOM track You put in so much effort to pitiful results Goddamn, you have a lot of faults, flaws Blemishes and shortcomings Me and E's forthcoming efforts Will be effortless and more stunning Ya'll ain't fuckin' with Wax Y'all just need to relax [Verse 3] Why do people seem so glass half-empty Yet they give a pass to these half-ass emcees? What I have in common with giraffes, cash and bees Is I'm high and I'm fly and I cause envy If Herbal T or EOM Isn't your name Then your musical advice was probably given in vain While you write and talk about the shit you think I need to change I'll be outside smiling, singing in the rain, man On my parade you can pour piss I'll be dancing on a float in a state of pure bliss One day me and Herbal T'll pour Crist' 'Til then, sorry bro, I'm too poor, Chris But you can pass me the Pabst And here's a fucking pillow, EOM, relax Y'all just need to relax [Verse 4] Lyrical gold medal Olympian cardio regimen Still I got hardly no Benjamins Motherfuckers talk for the show like Maury Povich and them I can see the sorry ho bitch in them Walkin' 'round with their nose in the air But we just brush 'em to the side like an emo kid combing his hair I rock tight like that same kid's jeans Y'all are like angst-ridden teens All green with envy like Thanksgiving beans and the casserole Beat you back into your hole like we playing Whack-a-Mole Damn, y'all some busy little beavers Pitiful achievers with your critical demeanors We don't do it for the doubters, we just rip it for believers If you haters want a cookie give a visit to the Keebler's You fudge ass motherfucker Y'all just need to relax [Verse 5] Yo, one more, one more, one, two, three, four People show us love when we come through B-more DC too down to VCU and Hampton Where you'll find EOM cold lampin' Kickin' back, making beats in his leisure time With a fine Caeser and Tequila from the freezer with a squeeze of lime I'm 'bout to go and get some peace of mind San Diego, lay low with my seat reclined In the shade where the air is cooler I'll take the day off like Ferris Bueller Prepare a cooler, roll a big ass spliff You pissants can come along or just remain stiff Spit clever just 'cause my tongue is your Type of curve balls win them fucking Cy Young Awards I'm Sandy Koufax Y'all just need to relax [Verse 6] So much stress on my mind it's hard to stay sober They decrease the load of the weight on my shoulders I hit the liquor store for another king cobra Use my debit card, I hope it ain't over The limit 'cause you know what that be Another 25 for the overdraft fee Where does that go exactly? I don't know exactly, but it isn't to the lower class People lookin' for a check in stressed out conditions Regretting horrible decisions Like me who just got a DUI And I can't afford it, the fees are too high And there's no one to blame but I but I can't provide Water when my well's run dry and I got ripped off last year buyin' money trees Look at 'em every day and still just fuckin' leaves A couple G's are spare change to some Who are those people? What are their name and num-bers? I'm so stressed I'm cuttin' up worms, I laugh at the situation 'Cause it's fuckin' absurd Check my swag as I rip it I'd pull out my hair but I can't quite grip it And I can't afford a damn flight ticket for a plane ride If I could I'd go to Maine and hide Y'all just need to relax