Wasted

Used to be a loser
Needed me a little tune up
Tell them motherfuckers move out my way
Mr. Complicated
Ever since he got the cadence
They could never try to get on my case

Mmmm I think I'm
Wasted off my own supply
I'm way too fly
But I know to swing low
That's just the way I survive
Up in the sky
When I look below

I always thought I'd play the six strings
Fingertips started craving ivory
Visions live amidst the loose leaf
Fill the tank by switching to the news feed
Dealing with a couple groupies
Spitting fiction acting like they knew me
And these dudes that used to push right through me
Run your mouth and you might catch a two piece
Okay
This room ain't got space for me
My heads too big for this place
Oh I'm no Jesus
It's like a fever

Mmmm I think I'm
Wasted off my own supply (Wasted)
I'm way too fly
But I know to swing low (Ooooooh)
That's just the way I survive (It's the way I survive)
Up in the sky
When I look below
Wasted off my own supply

Yeah I don't fuck with nobody
Like, at all
Nobody
So, it's very simple
I-I stay in my house
And I don't fuck with nobody
I don't go anywhere
I don't go to parties
I barely go outside
Like literally I really don't go outside



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Writer(s): Abhi Vaidehi, Harrison Sands, Shane Doe
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