- When things don't work out in life,
you need to keep moving on.
(Oliver burping)
Oh my God.
(Oliver burping)
Oh, excuse me.
(Oliver burping)
Oh God, I shouldn't have taken this medicine before.
I should've just waited.
I told you I shouldn't have taken the medicine!
(Oliver burping)
Oh my God.
I'm so sorry.
Where was I?
So since I've retired from music,
I've been getting really into freestyle dirt biking.
Last week, I was filming a video at my buddy's house.
I went off this huge jump.
I'm soaring through the air,
the bike slips out from underneath me.
I fall face first, full face plant.
I get a concussion. I'm seeing stars.
Next thing I know, I wake up in a hospital bed.
A male nurse comes up to me.
He's like, "Sir, you've broken both your wrists
and five bones in your face.
Apparently, I cracked my forehead bone.
I like to refer to it as the third eye.
My psyche was totally thrown off.
I broke two bones in my nose.
I broke my right cheek and my left cheek.
And I got 32 stitches in my chin.
I had to get full facial reconstructive surgery.
The first few days were complete hell,
but I'm a tough cookie.
And I can handle whatever life throws at me.
If your partner starts to treat you like shit,
you need to get the hell out of there.
Don't let anyone treat you wrong.
Don't let anyone control you.
And definitely don't let anyone stop you
from chasing your dreams.
Life is short and your energy is precious.
Do not waste it on toxic people.
When you fall in love, you get love drunk.
You only see what you want to see.
But, the second you realize someone's played you.
it all comes crashing down, collapsing.
You start to see a whole different side of a person.
A double entendre is something
that has two totally different meanings.
A double-faced entendre is somebody
who has two totally different personalities,
unbeknownst to you, one side being an angel,
the other side being a devil.
Now, this is a term I've coined myself.
And if anybody at Webster Dictionary is watching this,
or anybody at home has access
to an Urban Dictionary account,
and you can help me legitimize this term,
I will cut you in at 5% of any earnings from this.
You have my word.
When things don't work out in life,
you need to keep moving on.
Whether you like it or not,
life goes on with or without you.
My original lyric was life goes onion
because I feel like life is like a giant onion.
And the more you unravel,
the more you find out about yourself.
Plus, everyone knows I'm a huge "Shrek" fan.
And a wise man once said, ogres are like onions.
And this song is taken from the deluxe version of my album
"Ugly is Beautiful",
so, you know I've been about that ogre life.
The lyric I'ma rip you up to pieces is all about passion.
It can be taken in the literal sense as a sexual innuendo.
Like, I'm gonna take you to smash town
while we bump uglies.
Or it can be seen figuratively,
like I'm gonna chew you out and shred you
for all the shit you put me through.
Either way, both of these things are coming
from a place of passion.
It doesn't just have to apply to romance.
It could be other things in life.
Think about celebrities, Kanye West is a great example.
People that love Kanye love to talk about Kanye.
People that hate Kanye love to talk about Kanye.
(Oliver burping)
And it doesn't matter, 'cause Kanye loves Kanye.
He's already won because he's infiltrated your mind,
and the influence is there whether you like it or not.
What, you guys can't put on some fucking AC, man?
It's like 100 degrees in here.
Can someone get me my fan?
There's no beating around the bush on this one,
literally the bush, but it could be anything.
Whatever you want in life,
you have to be honest with yourself
and you need to ask the world for it.
The world has a way of bringing these things to you,
but you also have to work for it.
You can't just wait around picking your nose,
hoping it's gonna go down.
You're gonna end up a white-haired,
shriveled up old raisin,
wondering where the hell all the time went.
(Oliver burping)
My stommy, man. I'm gonna have to go to the bathroom.
I gotta take a fat deuce, dude.
Let's wrap this thing up.
I'm a workaholic. It's a big part of my life.
All my best friends are workaholics.
Everybody I know is a workaholic.
Pretty much anyone who's made a significant impact
in their short-lived life was a workaholic
at some point or another.
When I wake up, I start working.
I work all day 'til the sun goes down.
I work through the graveyard shift.
I go to bed when the sun comes up,
then I wake up and do it all over again.
The cycle repeats itself.
Even when I retired from music, I didn't take a day off.
I just focused my energy on other things like motorcycling.
Obviously, as you can see, I need a lot more work on that.
But, the only time I stopped working is when I'm forced to,
whether it's an accident, or sickness,
and the world is making me stop.
Just last week, the doctor says,
"Oliver, you're gonna need to stop riding for four months."
I said, "Sir, politely go fuck yourself.
Nobody tells me what to do.
I'll be back on my motorcycle in four days."
And when I'm back, I'll be bigger, better,
and stronger than ever.
Next time you see me, I'm going to be a completely new man.
What is this?
- [Crew] It's a talent release,
if you can manage to sign it.
- Oh God, I drooled on it. Is that gonna be a problem?
I'm sorry, I don't remember anything, dude.
The drugs they're giving me are so strong.