"He's On Fire" lyrics
Wax & DJ Hoppa Lyrics
(feat. Herbal T)
Okay, we're writing lyrics to a song
You gotta hurry up, the beat's gonna start soon
Focus, focus, focus
Where the hell is my phone?
If I don't have it, it's like entering a hellish unknown
I wanna be enveloped in jealousy, zealots, and baloney
A cell, pun intended, to dwell in cold and lonely
A hell so cozy
That you don't even notice the smell of smoked nose meat
The info they sell so phony
And graded on a curve like elbow macaroni
By the way, my anxiety is off the charts
My self worth is calculated in my thoughts with hearts
And zero likes is an awful start
I'm gonna need double the drive like golf with carts
It's almost a lost art to get lost in art
When your brain is a card castle that just falls apart
Hey, Alexa, who am I? (Uh, you tell me)
I look into the mirror inquisitively like, "Who the hell is he?"
Well, the other day I slowed down on a highway to stare at a car accident
I guess that's what I'm interested in (wow)
Your inner buttons and switches they are tinkering with
You may be better off ignorant of all this sinister shit
Emergencies are happening all over the globe
And you can see them all on your phone
Maybe I had to get sober to know
The most basic things that are already known (He's on fire)
About to be a dad in a world gone mad
A madness less apparent than the childhood I had
This human evolution seeming like it's doing bad
We're getting too comfortable, need to ease it back a tad (He's on fire)
The beauty of creation, we just see it as a chore
The feeling of fulfillment, we ain't feeling it no more
The essence of a human being deep within its core
Is the urge to create, build, destroy, and explore
Now, it's more like a waiting room for death
You read a fucking magazine, and then, you step into the depths of hell
You wonder why the children are depressed
Satan's what they would've guessed in the eighties
We need to pray for these stressed out babies
And sing them the ABCs and buy them TI-83s
Better yet, abacuses
And learn them how to swim, hunt, gather, and fish
Emergencies are happening all over the globe
And you can see them all on your phone
Maybe I had to get sober to know
The most basic things that are already known (He's on fire)
You know, folks here in this neighborhood tell us it's typically a quiet area
Anything but that last night here when those bullets started flying (He's on fire)
Sober to know? Nope, how the fuck am I supposed to cope?
My last YouTube search was how to make a noose out of a rope
A high speed downhill slalom on a slippery slope with little hope
Rifle with a scope, it's either you or me
So you better have a mobile like that of the pope
They said, "I think bro got a plan in place
That's gotta take place before they replace him with a robot"
I'll put an end to the lies y'all conjuring
Warmongers, fearmongers, you're all mongering
I'm lingering, thought of small potatoes like fingerling
Until the trigger finger make fat female singers sing, "It's over"
Clean up his brain with a squeegee
Before they can arraign me, I'm on a plane to Fiji
Higher than the voice of a Bee Gee
Wax & Herbal T, he's Mario, I'm Luigi
Emergencies are happening all over the globe
And you can see them all on your phone
Maybe I had to get sober to know
The most basic things that are already known (He's on fire)
He's on fire
You gotta hurry up, the beat's gonna start soon
Focus, focus, focus
Where the hell is my phone?
If I don't have it, it's like entering a hellish unknown
I wanna be enveloped in jealousy, zealots, and baloney
A cell, pun intended, to dwell in cold and lonely
A hell so cozy
That you don't even notice the smell of smoked nose meat
The info they sell so phony
And graded on a curve like elbow macaroni
By the way, my anxiety is off the charts
My self worth is calculated in my thoughts with hearts
And zero likes is an awful start
I'm gonna need double the drive like golf with carts
It's almost a lost art to get lost in art
When your brain is a card castle that just falls apart
Hey, Alexa, who am I? (Uh, you tell me)
I look into the mirror inquisitively like, "Who the hell is he?"
Well, the other day I slowed down on a highway to stare at a car accident
I guess that's what I'm interested in (wow)
Your inner buttons and switches they are tinkering with
You may be better off ignorant of all this sinister shit
Emergencies are happening all over the globe
And you can see them all on your phone
Maybe I had to get sober to know
The most basic things that are already known (He's on fire)
About to be a dad in a world gone mad
A madness less apparent than the childhood I had
This human evolution seeming like it's doing bad
We're getting too comfortable, need to ease it back a tad (He's on fire)
The beauty of creation, we just see it as a chore
The feeling of fulfillment, we ain't feeling it no more
The essence of a human being deep within its core
Is the urge to create, build, destroy, and explore
Now, it's more like a waiting room for death
You read a fucking magazine, and then, you step into the depths of hell
You wonder why the children are depressed
Satan's what they would've guessed in the eighties
We need to pray for these stressed out babies
And sing them the ABCs and buy them TI-83s
Better yet, abacuses
And learn them how to swim, hunt, gather, and fish
Emergencies are happening all over the globe
And you can see them all on your phone
Maybe I had to get sober to know
The most basic things that are already known (He's on fire)
You know, folks here in this neighborhood tell us it's typically a quiet area
Anything but that last night here when those bullets started flying (He's on fire)
Sober to know? Nope, how the fuck am I supposed to cope?
My last YouTube search was how to make a noose out of a rope
A high speed downhill slalom on a slippery slope with little hope
Rifle with a scope, it's either you or me
So you better have a mobile like that of the pope
They said, "I think bro got a plan in place
That's gotta take place before they replace him with a robot"
I'll put an end to the lies y'all conjuring
Warmongers, fearmongers, you're all mongering
I'm lingering, thought of small potatoes like fingerling
Until the trigger finger make fat female singers sing, "It's over"
Clean up his brain with a squeegee
Before they can arraign me, I'm on a plane to Fiji
Higher than the voice of a Bee Gee
Wax & Herbal T, he's Mario, I'm Luigi
Emergencies are happening all over the globe
And you can see them all on your phone
Maybe I had to get sober to know
The most basic things that are already known (He's on fire)
He's on fire
