Wasted

I'm wasted in my head, I'm jaded in my bed
I'm faded, feel I'm dead, I'm wasted, face it
I'm wasted in my head, I'm jaded in my bed
I'm faded, feel I'm dead, I'm wasted, face it

Back down, you don't really want the smackdown
Act out, I'm just spitting out the facts now
Pass 'round all that sticky-icky wax, wow
Blacked out from the whisky, sippin' flask now

Pour up, get to chuggin' 'til ya throw up
Tore up, bitch, I'm drippin' from the floor up
Show up, pistol make you do a toe touch
Show nuff, yeah-ya boys about to blow up

Roll up me a swole blunt of the dro' stuff
Go up off the natural leaf when I toke up
Broke up with me 'cause of beef, that's some hoe stuff
Po dunk, pimpin' baby, you don't even know us

I'm wasted in my head, I'm jaded in my bed
I'm faded, feel I'm dead, I'm wasted, face it
I'm wasted in my head, I'm jaded in my bed
I'm faded, feel I'm dead, I'm wasted, face it

My soul is deserted, I'm like, "What is my purpose?"
I don't think it's all worth it 'cause I'm feeling so worthless
I just wanna be sober, now the pain taking over
I just struggle and fight, but still my heart done grew colder

Got a back full of daggers (daggers), love full of danger (danger)
Hating yourself 'cause you're so full of anger (anger)
Broken before, won't let nobody near you
Now you screaming inside but there's no one to hear you

Now you begging and pleading, they ain't around when you need 'em
I swear these friends come and go, and then they change up like seasons
I swear they had you the razor, but then they laugh when you bleeding
Yeah, I'm walking with angels but I still battle with demons

I'm wasted in my head, I'm jaded in my bed
I'm faded, feel I'm dead, I'm wasted, face it
I'm wasted in my head, I'm jaded in my bed
I'm faded, feel I'm dead, I'm wasted (wasted), face it (face it)



Credits
Writer(s): James Murphy, Justin Stowers, Grover Bell
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