Wasteland
Got me gassed up in the wasteland
Hit the blunt get faded
No need for a visa where we're going
Land of strangers
Got the whole club looking wasted
Move that thing don't waste it
This shit ain't for pleasure
Maybe bag it up and take it
Wave that shit don't fake it
Shorty looking naked
Lay it down all on the line
Now she talking about a baby
Said her eye lash looking crazy
Ain't talking about no Billy
Mentals got me crazy
Blaze it up we moving faded now
Switched up on my life line
Can't locate me on no land
You only know the value of
Something that you once had
So let me
Take an uber to your place
And treat you really nice
I'll make the bed shake
As if lightning hit it twice
See I don't want no drama in the club
Cause my money is glowing up
If I chase the wrong things
That's that shit that really get me stuck
They say patience is a virtue
When you're running 'way from curfew
And you can't keep running away
From the all the things you never said
Got me gassed up in the wasteland
Hit the blunt get faded
No need for a visa where we're going
Land of strangers
Got the whole club looking wasted
Move that thing don't waste it
This shit ain't for pleasure
Maybe bag it up and take it
Take it
Take it
This shit ain't for pleasure
Maybe bag it up and take it
Take it
Take it
This shit ain't for pleasure
Maybe bag it up and take it
Hit the blunt get faded
No need for a visa where we're going
Land of strangers
Got the whole club looking wasted
Move that thing don't waste it
This shit ain't for pleasure
Maybe bag it up and take it
Wave that shit don't fake it
Shorty looking naked
Lay it down all on the line
Now she talking about a baby
Said her eye lash looking crazy
Ain't talking about no Billy
Mentals got me crazy
Blaze it up we moving faded now
Switched up on my life line
Can't locate me on no land
You only know the value of
Something that you once had
So let me
Take an uber to your place
And treat you really nice
I'll make the bed shake
As if lightning hit it twice
See I don't want no drama in the club
Cause my money is glowing up
If I chase the wrong things
That's that shit that really get me stuck
They say patience is a virtue
When you're running 'way from curfew
And you can't keep running away
From the all the things you never said
Got me gassed up in the wasteland
Hit the blunt get faded
No need for a visa where we're going
Land of strangers
Got the whole club looking wasted
Move that thing don't waste it
This shit ain't for pleasure
Maybe bag it up and take it
Take it
Take it
This shit ain't for pleasure
Maybe bag it up and take it
Take it
Take it
This shit ain't for pleasure
Maybe bag it up and take it
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Writer(s): Bryan Jalasco
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