Washed Out

Hey
Give a fuck bout what you say
These People might look at you strange
Come and put it on my face
Make me feel lucky
Im lying on
My bed
Looking at the stars on my ceiling just sticking around
Wondering where did it all go
Wondering why you
Don't call no more
And wondering why the hell I still give fucks tho
Ay

I'm
So Washed out
Sigh
I think I
Lost count
High time
I slipped this fit on my dome
And I don't know I don't know
Ok who cares its getting old

I'm
So Washed out
Sigh
I think I
Lost count
High time
I slipped this fit on my dome
And I don't know I don't know
Ok who cares its getting old

Ok do that money dance upon the free throw line
Haters talking this and that but they don't see those signs
Out the window of rental let the steep go climb
I'm a son of a man abundant and I sleep on slime

Ya

MF right
I think about it every night
When I 'tuss myself
Row row row rowboats in slow motion move in in hindsight

You need a license to ill like I might
Flights with the B.O.A.T.
Keep your minds eye
Open
This ice in my coat might go dry if I drive while I'm stoned

Hey
Give a fuck bout what you say
These People might look at you strange
Come and put it on my face
Make me feel lucky
Im lying on
My bed
Looking at the stars on my ceiling just sticking around
Wondering where did it all go
Wondering why you
Don't call no more
And wondering why the hell I still give fucks tho
Ay

I'm
So Washed out
Sigh
I think I
Lost count
High time
I slipped this fit on my dome
And I don't know I don't know
Ok who cares its getting old

I'm
So Washed out
Sigh
I think I
Lost count
High time
I slipped this fit on my dome
And I don't know I don't know
Ok who cares its getting old

I'm
So Washed out
I think I lost count