Wasted

Wendy take my hand, I'm no, I'm no Peter Pan, but baby, I'll take you to Neverland.
Gettin' wasted, can't believe we made it
Gettin' drunk and rollin' papers
We gon' turn this club to Vegas, spendin' all the cash they paid us
Party like we just got famous
Girl, come turn up in my section, know you're boyfriend ain't gon' let you, fuck him, tell you're best friends to come with you, ain't no last call for liquor, if she smile at me, I'm gon' get her, I make that dude she came with bitter, now she takin' shots and poppin' pills, all she wanted was a picture with Locnville, look where that got you.
Wendy take my hand, I'm no, I'm no Peter Pan, but baby, I'll take you to Neverland.
Gettin' wasted, can't believe we made it
Gettin' drunk and rollin' papers
We gon' turn this club to Vegas, spendin' all the cash they paid us
Party like we just got famous
She said what up, I said hello, that was already enough, she wanna go, runnin' her mouth, I am the one who do not give a, oh shit, could you keep up, world stamps on my visa, and now the whole world gon' see us.
Oh, she drop it good, she drop it good like that, she say she with her friends, she got the whole night planned, but since I got the good she wanna take it from me, but I just count my blessings like I count my money.
Wendy take my hand, I'm no, I'm no Peter Pan, but baby, I'll take you to Neverland.
Gettin' wasted, can't believe we made it
Gettin' drunk and rollin' papers
We gon' turn this club to Vegas, spendin' all the cash they paid us
Party like we just got famous



Credits
Writer(s): Tijs Verwest, Lewis Hughes, Nicholas Audino, Matthew Koma
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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