Old Enough Songtext
von Intuition & Equalibrum

Hala Maki
Pop a shot of sake
Knot up in my pocket rocking lots of dollars, swap meet
Pesky Wayne Gretzky playing messy tonsil hockey
With a prime-time dime so the bottle models′ on me
She likes the big words I use
I'm looking down her shirt with a bird′s eye-view
Arthur Fonzarelli, cool nerd's IQ
I don't act like a jerk yet I′ve heard I do
Whoopsie daisy, two scoops of crazy
Blue pitbull with rabies
Bull shit you could phase me, boom
Boom tick caused the movement
Maybe I remember last night but baby oooh it′s hazy
A blurred mix of ass slaps and mo-hawks
Lured in like a Bass Master Pro Shop
Looking at my wrist, it's about half-past an old watch
The more I learn, the more I know that I don′t know squat


I'm the unpaid and infamous
Played a thousand shows not a one made a difference
Hmm, maybe I′m doing it wrong
But you could find me at your local dive doing this song
I'm like

The brand new Vans looking pristine
You ain′t never seen a bumy brother this clean
Getting tipsy, off of whiskey
You're old enough to go and buy us some whiskey
Off the top-shelf neat slowly sipping
With a sly smirk, showing off my chipped teeth
Tipsy, off of whiskey
You're old enough to go and buy us some whiskey


A boo do boop
A wee da bop
I′m scuffing up your coffee table with my feet on top
Lee′s the leader of a one-man-scene
Got props from every beach-blond bop
Or groupie he "dat dat, dat"
It's the golden era boy
Um, they scared of a real man like body-hairanoia
Man, me can′t smoke the sensi, me gets paranoia
Android from the future, I've been sent to destroy yah
Fuck a milli-on I′m tryina be a thousandaire
Play a couple shows at least a couple thousand miles from here
Be that guy on stage that makes the people shout and stare
And throw their fucking hands up while I'm wildin′ out up there
But

I'm the unpaid and infamous
Played a thousand shows not a one made a difference
Hmm, maybe I'm doing it wrong
But you could find me at your local dive doing this song
I′m like

The brand new Vans looking pristine
You ain′t never seen a bumy brother this clean
Getting tipsy, off of whiskey
You're old enough to go and buy us some whiskey

Yeah, it′s a life filled with lonely nights
Even with some company, lovin', huggin′, and holdin' tight
Used to catch them back-hands, never had to scold me twice
Raised a finicky cynic, oh so cold as ice
Drinking Jamesons chasing it with an Orbras
That Guinness stout Inverness out wasted on vacant sofas
God′s at the bottom of bottles, I'll drink 'til it′s gone
Find me at your local dive singing this song
I′m like...

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Buy us some whiskey