What Am I Doing with My Life

Yeah, dude on the door don't believe I'm the dude

From the group on the poster

Got dropped off outside of the club in the promoter's pulsar

Told us to go to the back and stand in a line by the wall

Every time we preform here, he on the door here

And he wanna be the law

Bartender won't look my way

Ay, ay, can I get a gin and OJ?

Okay, sweet then, be that way

I'll wait, fuck it, we already late

Supposed to be on at 12, but he wanna sell more alk

So, we gotta wait around

All goddamn night like we in the cells

And the sound-man is an asshole

And the back stage is the kitchen

And we're sittin' on the refrigerator

That they keep all the chips in

Thought is was gonna be sweet

To make a livin' as a musician

Serves my dumb ass right

For havin' ambition, mic-check

Dude in the front row's yawnin' while we're performin'

Two dudes next to him talkin', another two brawlin'

Young ho in the front row watched the whole show on her cell phone

Drunk bro lookin' uncool, doin' that dumb dance with his elbows

Nobody really cares, they're here for the main act, most of 'em hate rap

I give them that, "Thank you, you've been great", crap

'Cause I get paid to say that, then I  pack up, and I roll

Jump in the cab, back to the hotel

'Cause there ain't nowhere to go in this whole shit-hole town

Lie on my bed watchin' darts, something 'bout sharks

Open the window and look at the car-park

This is the asshole of the world

I hear the whole of the world laugh, while I stand in the bath

Tryna make a living makin' my art, sometimes I gotta ask

What am I doing with my life?

What am I doing with my life?

What am I doing with my life?

What am I doing with my life, with my life?

Yeah, we just got 200 buck for the show

We just did 200 buck worth of blow

All of my dough just went out the window

Then I woke up in an old hotel

And they tellin' me now that I owe them a lotta dough

I said, "I don't know who put the hole in the wall"

Why do I owe you for all of the blow that we bought?

No, I'm not goin' to court, it's only a fork

I never broke any law, anyone ask, nobody talk

Tell 'em you don't even know me at all

Woke up and all of my clothes on the floor

And this the first show of the tour

Man, I gotta get a life

What the fuck am I doin' here gettin' high

Every night like I'm 25, actin' like I won't never die

I'm gettin' older than mega drive

And you probably won't even get that line

Probably never even heard of, never mind

But never mind, man, what am I doing with my life?

Life's a bitch then you die

But life's the shit when you're high, really high

So, I live mine in the clouds, feel like I never come down

Till I wake up on the couch, like a dead dog with his tongue out

Somehow thought it was a bright idea

Now, I feel like I can die right here

I don't wanna talk, in case somebody might hear

How I feel when I'm this low

Tryna climb out this hole

I've been thinkin' that I might let go, but I don't

And time rolls on, and now I'm fine

Spent four days in the dark, no lie, I don't know why

I don't know why it's every weekend

Instead of the life that I could be in

And if I just leave this shit behind

And spend more time refinin' my lines

Instead of doin' them, but same old, same old

In the bathroom of some shit-hole club

With a bunch of people I don't even know

And I don't even know what they put in this shit

What am I doing with my life?

What am I doing with my life?

What am I doing with my life?

What am I

(With my life, with my life)

(With my life, with my life)