Wasted
I'mma be real, I've been down
I try to conceal these feelings, how can I bounce back?
Pop a bottle of Jack, I'm feeling good now
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Drowning in my sins of lust
I've tried time and time again
These bitches only causing turbulence
So I drink up
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Money ain't a medicine, on God
Girl, you're killing me, drowning me out
She don't want me now, just wait 'til I'm fanned out
Woah
Uh, wildin', girl you got me wildin'
Too many problems, you think that I can solve 'em
Hold her phone, take a pic for the 'gram, let 'em know
Showing off that new dress and hair, Gal Gadot uh
Woah, we're moving on from fake love, uh
Woah, we're staying up and getting drunk, yeah
Bad habits, you're giving me bad habits
Turning off my phone, DND, I can't have it, uh
She bad, she know it, she fine, she know it
Fly her to LA coz she want celebrity status
My music in her playlist, on repeat, I know she love it, uh
All girls are the same, can I trust her that's the problem
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Drowning in my sins of lust
I've tried time and time again
These bitches only causing turbulence
So I drink up
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Money ain't a medicine, on God
Girl, you're killing me, drowning me out
She don't want me now, just wait 'til I'm fanned out
Woah
Back of my mind, in a corner, feeling wasted
I think about our times when I be contemplating
Thought that me and you were heading off to places
But if I stayed, there would be no destination
Had to show you, you don't love me
When I showed you, you would storm off, like Kid Cudi
Then you'd make it all about you, what's yo problem?
You were spiritual so why you find the chance to judge me?
Every word you said were scissors, they would always cut me
But they made me alive, I was feeling lovely
When I realized shit was wrong, got up, started running
Almost caught me but you'd never ever two-hand touch me
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Drowning in my sins of lust
I've tried time and time again
These bitches only causing turbulence
So I drink up
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Money ain't a medicine, on God
Girl, you're killing me, drowning me out
She don't want me now, just wait 'til I'm fanned out
Woah
I try to conceal these feelings, how can I bounce back?
Pop a bottle of Jack, I'm feeling good now
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Drowning in my sins of lust
I've tried time and time again
These bitches only causing turbulence
So I drink up
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Money ain't a medicine, on God
Girl, you're killing me, drowning me out
She don't want me now, just wait 'til I'm fanned out
Woah
Uh, wildin', girl you got me wildin'
Too many problems, you think that I can solve 'em
Hold her phone, take a pic for the 'gram, let 'em know
Showing off that new dress and hair, Gal Gadot uh
Woah, we're moving on from fake love, uh
Woah, we're staying up and getting drunk, yeah
Bad habits, you're giving me bad habits
Turning off my phone, DND, I can't have it, uh
She bad, she know it, she fine, she know it
Fly her to LA coz she want celebrity status
My music in her playlist, on repeat, I know she love it, uh
All girls are the same, can I trust her that's the problem
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Drowning in my sins of lust
I've tried time and time again
These bitches only causing turbulence
So I drink up
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Money ain't a medicine, on God
Girl, you're killing me, drowning me out
She don't want me now, just wait 'til I'm fanned out
Woah
Back of my mind, in a corner, feeling wasted
I think about our times when I be contemplating
Thought that me and you were heading off to places
But if I stayed, there would be no destination
Had to show you, you don't love me
When I showed you, you would storm off, like Kid Cudi
Then you'd make it all about you, what's yo problem?
You were spiritual so why you find the chance to judge me?
Every word you said were scissors, they would always cut me
But they made me alive, I was feeling lovely
When I realized shit was wrong, got up, started running
Almost caught me but you'd never ever two-hand touch me
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Drowning in my sins of lust
I've tried time and time again
These bitches only causing turbulence
So I drink up
Coz I hate being wasted on love
Money ain't a medicine, on God
Girl, you're killing me, drowning me out
She don't want me now, just wait 'til I'm fanned out
Woah
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Writer(s): Gregory Whitfield
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