zombie
R.A.S. Lyrics
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So I guess I'm a zombie (ah, zombie)
Making the music and popping the perc
That's my motherfuckin' hobby (yeah, hobby)
Remember when I was so broke
I would eat a sandwich with salami (yuck, salami)
But now in this penthouse
I got like thirty hoes right up in the lobby (yeah, lobby)
So I guess I'm a zombie (ah, zombie)
Making the music and popping the perc
That's my motherfuckin' hobby (yes, hobby)
Remember when I was so broke
I would eat a sandwich with salami (ew, salami)
But now in this penthouse
I got like thirty hoes right up in the lobby (sheesh, lobby, come on)
Uh, I feel like Borat lil' bitch (why?)
'Cause this very nice (yeah)
You can't get high like me bitch (high)
I bet you gon' cry (cry, yeah)
Yoeshmo so evil just like Mr. Pickles (arf)
Catch me an opp then I just start to giggle (yeah)
Told him he'd live if he just solved this riddle (riddle)
But that boy didn't, got sliced by a sickle (sickle, swoosh, swoosh)
That bitch a dime so I gave her two nickels (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm fucking her face while I play with her nipples (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jenna Ortega booty in my mouth, I'ma nibble (yeah, on god)
A motherfucker curious just like George, but not no Kittle (Kittle)
Purple my cup, this shit look like an old school Suns jersey (Phoenix)
I spilt the wok on my ice, call the motherfucker "Lean Slurpee" (Icee)
Bitch I'm so high in the sky, I'm up there with the big birdies (brrr)
I got me a milf, she the same age as this fuckin' perc 30 (perc, yeah)
And most of these hoes don't know my name is Joe
They just call me "Jose" (Jose, hola)
Talking in Spanish I like how it sound
But don't know what they say (que?)
I mix the perc with the X
I be popping that shit everyday (let's go)
Feel like a zombie
Especially when that bitch giving me brain (Yoeshmo, yeah)
Uh, bitch I'm addicted to getting the brain
So I guess I'm a zombie (ah, zombie)
Making the music and popping the perc
That's my motherfuckin' hobby (yeah, hobby)
Remember when I was so broke
I would eat a sandwich with salami (yuck, salami)
But now in this penthouse
I got like thirty hoes right up in the lobby (yeah, lobby)
Uh, bitch I'm addicted to getting the brain
So I guess I'm a zombie (ah, zombie)
Making the music and popping the perc
That's my motherfuckin' hobby (yes, hobby)
Remember when I was so broke
I would eat a sandwich with salami (ew, salami)
But now in this penthouse
I got like thirty hoes right up in the lobby (sheesh, lobby, come on, let's go)
The bread make her wet just like matzo ball soup (ayy, yeah)
The ice on my neck make her cream, have a scoop (damn, let's go)
Bitch I stay geeked up, I'm high like a chew (yeah, what?, yeah)
High on this mountain, just watch how I dew (let's go)
This bitch just gave me brain it made me shake
Just like a seizure (brrr, yeah)
The way she clean it up
You'd think that that lil' bitch a cleaner (damn)
Money green like salad, so my pockets filled with Caesar (yeah)
Never gave a fuck, don't give a damn bitch, like a beaver (sheesh)
Sipping Casamigos, I don't fuck with Tito's (ayy, fuck a Tito's)
I'm in Puerto Rico, I feel like Benito (Bad Bunny, yeah)
Diamonds cool me down, but I'm still hot like Cheeto (flaming hot, what?)
That bitch lick it up, she spitting like Carlito (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, bitch I'm addicted to getting the brain
So I guess I'm a zombie (ah, zombie)
Making the music and popping the perc
That's my motherfuckin' hobby (yeah, hobby)
Remember when I was so broke
I would eat a sandwich with salami (yuck, salami)
But now in this penthouse
I got like thirty hoes right up in the lobby (yeah, lobby)
Uh, bitch I'm addicted to getting the brain
So I guess I'm a zombie (ah, zombie)
Making the music and popping the perc
That's my motherfuckin' hobby (yes, hobby)
Remember when I was so broke
I would eat a sandwich with salami (ew, salami)
But now in this penthouse
I got like thirty hoes right up in the lobby (sheesh, lobby, come on)
In R.A.S.'s song "Zombie," the lyrics describe the monotonous routine of an individual's daily life that seems to go on without any sense of purpose or fulfillment. The opening lines of the song depict the mundane start of the day, getting up to do mundane tasks like exercising, grooming, and getting dressed before hitting the road for work. The individual takes public transport like the subway every day and is surrounded by crowds of people, which is part of the routine. The person then arrives at work, where they feel unfulfilled and empty, but they still put on a smile and try to soldier on.
The song's chorus refers to feeling like a zombie, which can be interpreted in several ways. The first interpretation is that of the mundane routine that makes one feel like they're going through the motions without any real sense of purpose. The second interpretation is that of feeling numb emotionally, like a zombie. The final interpretation is that of simply going through everyday life without truly enjoying it, making one feel almost lifeless.
The final verse of the song describes the end of the day, where the person goes to a pub to unwind with colleagues. Even though they're engaging in an activity to loosen up, they still feel unfulfilled due to the experiences of their day at work. Overall, the song communicates a sense of emotional and intellectual emptiness, painting a bleak picture of the daily grind of modern society.
Line by Line Meaning
Early morning, I open my eyes
I wake up early in the morning and open my eyes.
Get out of bed do my exercise
I get out of bed and do my exercises.
Go to the washroom, shave and shower
I visit the washroom, shave, and take a shower.
Brush my teeth it's almost the hour
I brush my teeth because it is almost time to leave.
Take my jacket, put on my shoes
I take my jacket and put on my shoes to get ready to leave.
Get out the door; feel the morning blues
I leave my house and feel the sadness and tiredness of the morning.
The morning blues
I feel sad and tired in the morning.
Living like a zombie
I feel like I am living life like a zombie, going through the motions without feeling alive.
Walking like a zombie
I walk like a zombie, with no enthusiasm or energy.
Days go by and nights are through
The days and nights seem to pass by quickly and without any change.
Deep inside, feeling black, black and blue
I feel sad and tired inside, with no motivation or passion.
Up to the newsstand it's on my way
I pass by the newsstand on my way to work.
Line up for a coffee smells like a bouquet
I line up for a coffee that smells good like a bouquet of flowers.
Waiting for the subway every day is the same
Every day I wait for the subway and it is always the same routine.
Squeezing into people is part of the game
I squeeze into the crowded subway every day, as it is part of the routine.
Walking to my desk, looking at that pile
I walk to my desk and look at the pile of work waiting for me.
Feeling empty trying to smile; trying to smile
I feel empty and try to force a smile to get through the day.
Finally a long day is done
After a long day at work, it is finally over.
Going to the pub a cold one to call on
I go to the pub to have a cold drink to unwind.
We all shuffle brainless down to the bar
Everyone at the pub seems to be going through the motions and not really thinking or feeling anything.
Killing some brain cells it's all so bizarre
The act of drinking to forget or relax is strange and almost surreal.
My paycheck's low no thanks to income tax
My paycheck is lower than expected, partly due to income taxes.
Tomorrow's early morning gives no time to relax
Even though I just finished work, I know that I have to wake up early the next day and cannot relax.
No time to relax
I have no time to relax and unwind, and must continue with the same routine day after day.
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Written by: Yoe Shmo
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