Funky Mode by Voltaire Slapadelic Lyrics
Let me turn my
Chair around to sit
And talk with you
Voltaire Slap
Hella buzzing off the juice
Rarely leave my house
These days
Ain't got shit to do
All I got is my music and my
PlayStation too
That's PlayStation also
And all sorts of booze
Ask what I'm playing
What I'm jamming
Both DOOM
Asking when I'll make it
If I'm famous
Woah dude
You're being tom petty
You need to tom wait a sec
Body is a wonderland
Mind is a playground set
Many folks greatly overrated
Like they're Megadeth
But VS cult greatness
Fear and loathing in
Las Vegas shit
Wait for me to
Raging quit well
That's a big old
Maybe if
Like maybe if you go on YouTube
Leave a nasty comment
I'll get around to reading
When we next see Halley's Comet
2061
That's 40 whole years
I don't want nothing except
Only more beer
And a ton of the green sack
I mean that dear
No tales out of school
No fibbing that's a rule
Being sincere
Hella clear
But I'm cool
Soberish at noon
Pissy before 2
Like Kamala Harris flip flops
I switch up my mood
Moving the sample
Arranging the loop
Finding a good one
Or making one new
Unlimited sources
Set forth and produce
There’s always
Gonna be supporters
As well as those that
Hate what you do
But that don't pertain to
The truth
Maintain beyond changing
Of routes
Retain the same refrain
Of creativity put to
Good use
Puzzles in all of the rooms
Stuck and you're hunting
For clues
Either you fail or give up
So that means there's
Nothing to lose
Adrift in the drugs and
The booze
With my screws
All suitably
Loose
All the way out and
I'm brutally smooth
Never going down that's
Inscrutably true
Never too subtle
I tower and loom
Straight up
Dwarfing the
Mountains I move
As I howl at the moon
With these powerful tools
Calling out all
My doubters as fools
Like these
Class cucked
Musk stans
Who outright devour the boot
I don't need a mansion
I still got a roof
All I need is a place
Can kick off my shoes
At home with the wife
And the dog hella cute
See me locked in the studio
Sauced making tunes
Sitting on my notes writing
Blessings just for you
Playing Dark Souls with Skep
Or getting stressed out by the news
Some find my lyrics funny but they're
Funny cause they're true
Like what we gonna do
In life there is no Funky Mode
We're all just fucking screwed
It really isn't funny
Though
We fucked up
Something serious
But everybody's
Ears are closed
They do not care for hearing it
Chair around to sit
And talk with you
Voltaire Slap
Hella buzzing off the juice
Rarely leave my house
These days
Ain't got shit to do
All I got is my music and my
PlayStation too
That's PlayStation also
And all sorts of booze
Ask what I'm playing
What I'm jamming
Both DOOM
Asking when I'll make it
If I'm famous
Woah dude
You're being tom petty
You need to tom wait a sec
Body is a wonderland
Mind is a playground set
Many folks greatly overrated
Like they're Megadeth
But VS cult greatness
Fear and loathing in
Las Vegas shit
Wait for me to
Raging quit well
That's a big old
Maybe if
Like maybe if you go on YouTube
Leave a nasty comment
I'll get around to reading
When we next see Halley's Comet
2061
That's 40 whole years
I don't want nothing except
Only more beer
And a ton of the green sack
I mean that dear
No tales out of school
No fibbing that's a rule
Being sincere
Hella clear
But I'm cool
Soberish at noon
Pissy before 2
Like Kamala Harris flip flops
I switch up my mood
Moving the sample
Arranging the loop
Finding a good one
Or making one new
Unlimited sources
Set forth and produce
There’s always
Gonna be supporters
As well as those that
Hate what you do
But that don't pertain to
The truth
Maintain beyond changing
Of routes
Retain the same refrain
Of creativity put to
Good use
Puzzles in all of the rooms
Stuck and you're hunting
For clues
Either you fail or give up
So that means there's
Nothing to lose
Adrift in the drugs and
The booze
With my screws
All suitably
Loose
All the way out and
I'm brutally smooth
Never going down that's
Inscrutably true
Never too subtle
I tower and loom
Straight up
Dwarfing the
Mountains I move
As I howl at the moon
With these powerful tools
Calling out all
My doubters as fools
Like these
Class cucked
Musk stans
Who outright devour the boot
I don't need a mansion
I still got a roof
All I need is a place
Can kick off my shoes
At home with the wife
And the dog hella cute
See me locked in the studio
Sauced making tunes
Sitting on my notes writing
Blessings just for you
Playing Dark Souls with Skep
Or getting stressed out by the news
Some find my lyrics funny but they're
Funny cause they're true
Like what we gonna do
In life there is no Funky Mode
We're all just fucking screwed
It really isn't funny
Though
We fucked up
Something serious
But everybody's
Ears are closed
They do not care for hearing it