Wasted

Ration going down, down
I'm wasted
Not perfect
Lot of work in here
A lot of sweat

But i have this burn feeling
Inside my chest
With my mans ballin' like Iverson

Like Iverson
In my benz
Rollin' like the omen
Stacking up, stacking up
These bands

Money is fake like friends
Now my life is getting out of hands
I guess imma have help
On the other hand
I'm talking bout' my girlfriend

If that is not enough
Pour actavis
With a couple xans

Go, go slowly
No, no perkys
Wont, wont let me
Show, show the ugly

Full of torment
Stuck in agony

Im not on my period
But i have a menstrual
Bleed

Need me some treats
Like it's haloween
Cameras, go pro,
I pop out, with the beam
Forever im hiding
Playing hide and seek

Ration going, down, down
I'm wasted
Not perfect
Lot of work

Got me feeling like the best
But i have this burn feeling
On my chest
With my mans ballin like Iverson

I'm a bully huh, huh
Throwing bows, in the paint, oh
Throwing bows' throwing bows
Fallin In a, bottomless hole

A young poet that
Deals with anxiety
And i know
She love to see me panic
Actually, i love to tote
Them automatics

All these bitches
Are so fake, plastic

RIP to Bray Wyatt G.O.D. sheep
I can see the digits
On the paper sheets

Can see the devil grinin' when he see
Me poppin'
Without caution
Without caution
No trojan
No attention

Cursed blood
On my hands
Mystery, i wont solve shit
Science, bad science
Only science i know
It's chemistry potions

Chemistry potions
Mixin' up drugs like the omen
Mixin' up drugs on a wednesday
Mixin' up drugs, on a friday

Let's have a good day
Oh, bae
Huh, huh
Going to LA

Ballin' like Lebron
I, fadeaway
In you're face, bitch
You can't compete

A vibe with my mans
With a couple xans
23, Lebron James
Oh



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Writer(s): Nathan Baribeau
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