Waist Down - Token

Back in the day, all anyone did was overlook me

Now, when they look down, they tryna' pass the crown to where it should be

Define a rookie

Define it, I’ve been a boss since thirteen

No wonder why no one understood me, all goodie

All gravy

Y’all say we’ve gone crazy, but we ain’t gone anywhere

Except the places that pay me

Where everybody just praise me

So if you ain’t with A-team

You can suck a dick, get rabies, and then die

Yea, right there

I got a new idea

I got a brand-new idea for you my dear

If you don’t like being called stupid, stop being stupid, cause I’ma' fucking

call you stupid if you do that there

Yea, I got some rappers confidence

For every fake fan with a backwards compliment

Master actors who matter not a bit

Bomb has been set, detonation approximately now

And I’ve been plotting on the low

But I don’t really want to keep it on the low no more

So I’ma' need all of your hands in the air the goddamn second that I decide I

want to go on tour

Saying I don’t give a fuck

I don’t give a fuck like I’m paralyzed from the waist down

Waist down, waist down, waist down

Saying I don’t give a fuck

I don’t give a fuck like I’m paralysed from the waist down

Waist down, waist down

Way down to rockbottom I send y’all.

Token is a genius

I don’t give a fuck;

I’m on some paraplegic shit

You feel me?

I ain’t feeling y’all

I got no feeling in my legs, wheelchairs I pop a wheelie on

I am really young

17 and I got funders with their hands out talking 'bout a million

But I don’t take no handouts off air

You don’t need to scratch my back;

I got me a massage chair

That’s right.

Everybody act like they’re living the exact life

Everybody tryna' be like everybody, no one tryna' be an individual and that’s

like

Getting a flashlight to mask light

A blackeye to have sight

A bad guy to act nice

A traffic light to crash bikes

An appetite to snack light

An afterlife to flatline

A rabbi to baptize

And bragging on the Internet just means you got a fake ego filled with

insecurities killing you and that’s why

And I’ve been plotting on the low

But I don’t really want to keep it on the low no more

So I’ma' need all of your hands in the air the goddamn second that I decide I

want to go on tour

Saying I don’t give a fuck

I don’t give a fuck like I’m paralyzed from the waist down

Waist down, waist down, waist down

Saying I don’t give a fuck

I don’t give a fuck like I’m paralysed from the waist down

Waist down, waist down

Stop, stop, stop…

Wh-, what’s-, what’s the problem?

Token, this is one of the stupidest songs I’ve ever heard in my life

Wh-, why, why is it stupid?

I mean, the whole idea, like, you don’t give a fuck, like, you can’t have sex…

Well, yeah…

…I mean, that’s not original, like, that’s not cool

Well, I thought it sounded kinda cool

No no, like, I mean, it really didn’t sound good either

Oh, well, I’m sorry…

You know, next time you have me come to the studio, can you at least have some

real shit ready for me?

Oh, is that so?

The second I start having fun, Token’s an asshole

They said I be doing the same shit, everybody wants something that’s new now,

well right when I change it up, I’m whack though

Oh, that makes sense, I got it

Everybody have some fun, except the artist

Everybody loved me when I recorded out of the closet

Then a blog picked it up, yep, that’s garbage

Oh.

I got some rappers confidence to every fake fan with a backwards compliment

You think I slid that line in there with no consciousness?

I see the fake fans, I’m who they want a problem with

Like I ain’t giving my all to this

When I am trying to alter this

Questioning all of my motives when I’m just trying to make mama rich

And I just want to see daddy happy, they just want to see bars and shit

Consequence calling this confidence cockiness, God forbid

God forbid I’m comfortable enough to switch the scene

Sometimes I don’t want to walk down a little street

With metaphor metamorphosis and similar similes

Sometimes I want to fuck around dawg, I’m seventeen

Sometimes I don’t want to be serious

Sometimes I don’t want to be Mr. Lyricist

Sometimes I wonder why they judge me

Sometimes I want to put a jet engine on a wheelchair cause I think it’s fucking

funny

And now they’re wondering if I’m still really that hungry

They’re wondering if I’m getting comfortable, I feel uncomfortable cause a

second ago you motherfuckers loved me

And I’ve been working harder than ever to get to the next level of flights

You’re either afraid to let me go or you’re afraid of heights

Waist down, waist down

Let me spit a simple hook for everyone who ain’t staying around

They want me to pigeonhole myself and fall

Show me where happiness is, 'cause it ain’t with y’all