Yea I'm wasted
Face it
You should come and taste this
Keep on talking shit I'll put your face down on the pavement
Wasted
Baddie with fatty jeans high wasted
Basic
This shit just like basics
Take a pill with a new girl
Hope she didn't lace it
Seein numbers in the f*ckin air
Man I feel like mason
Speed racing
In the chevy
With a Glock
My finger heavy
Running up and you get shot
Leave yo body in the lot
Aye
It's kinda trippy how you always said you loved me
Only thing you wanted was the fame and to sip bubbly
Lovely
Another one to eat away my loving
I don't even know why I still try to do the upkeep
I don't need her though
Can't wait for a show
I don't trust a hoe
They broke my brother's soul
I don't want her bro
You can keep her fo sho
She tried to crush my goals
I'd leave her on the road
Drop a tab on my tongue and I'm feeling it
Got some money but I swear it still ain't healing it
Looking down at you it got me feeling villainous
New drip and I drop a couple bills on it
She wonder why I'm always wasted
I said baby I can't face it
Why you always wasted
Why you in my face bitch
Yea I'm wasted
Face it
You should come and taste this
Keep on talking shit I'll put your face down on the pavement
Wasted
Baddie with fatty jeans high wasted
Basic
This shit just like basics
Yea I'm wasted
Might go MIA bitch
Face it
I am on some wave shit
Taste it
Downed a fifth a liquor
Bought a car
And then I raced it
I'm moving at my own pace
But I'm gonna make it yea
Lonely
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Yea I'm wasted
Face it
You should come and taste this
Keep on talking shit I'll put your face down on the pavement
Wasted
Baddie with fatty jeans high wasted
Basic
This shit just like basics
Take a pill with a new girl
Hope she didn't lace it
Seein numbers in the f*ckin air
Man I feel like mason
Speed racing
In the chevy
With a Glock
My finger heavy
Running up and you get shot
Leave yo body in the lot
Aye
It's kinda trippy how you always said you loved me
Only thing you wanted was the fame and to sip bubbly
Lovely
Another one to eat away my loving
I don't even know why I still try to do the upkeep
I don't need her though
Can't wait for a show
I don't trust a hoe
They broke my brother's soul
I don't want her bro
You can keep her fo sho
She tried to crush my goals
I'd leave her on the road
Drop a tab on my tongue and I'm feeling it
Got some money but I swear it still ain't healing it
Looking down at you it got me feeling villainous
New drip and I drop a couple bills on it
She wonder why I'm always wasted
I said baby I can't face it
Why you always wasted
Why you in my face bitch
Yea I'm wasted
Face it
You should come and taste this
Keep on talking shit I'll put your face down on the pavement
Wasted
Baddie with fatty jeans high wasted
Basic
This shit just like basics
Yea I'm wasted
Might go MIA bitch
Face it
I am on some wave shit
Taste it
Downed a fifth a liquor
Bought a car
And then I raced it
I'm moving at my own pace
But I'm gonna make it yea
Lonely
Face it
You should come and taste this
Keep on talking shit I'll put your face down on the pavement
Wasted
Baddie with fatty jeans high wasted
Basic
This shit just like basics
Take a pill with a new girl
Hope she didn't lace it
Seein numbers in the f*ckin air
Man I feel like mason
Speed racing
In the chevy
With a Glock
My finger heavy
Running up and you get shot
Leave yo body in the lot
Aye
It's kinda trippy how you always said you loved me
Only thing you wanted was the fame and to sip bubbly
Lovely
Another one to eat away my loving
I don't even know why I still try to do the upkeep
I don't need her though
Can't wait for a show
I don't trust a hoe
They broke my brother's soul
I don't want her bro
You can keep her fo sho
She tried to crush my goals
I'd leave her on the road
Drop a tab on my tongue and I'm feeling it
Got some money but I swear it still ain't healing it
Looking down at you it got me feeling villainous
New drip and I drop a couple bills on it
She wonder why I'm always wasted
I said baby I can't face it
Why you always wasted
Why you in my face bitch
Yea I'm wasted
Face it
You should come and taste this
Keep on talking shit I'll put your face down on the pavement
Wasted
Baddie with fatty jeans high wasted
Basic
This shit just like basics
Yea I'm wasted
Might go MIA bitch
Face it
I am on some wave shit
Taste it
Downed a fifth a liquor
Bought a car
And then I raced it
I'm moving at my own pace
But I'm gonna make it yea
Lonely
Writer: Jackson Spence
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid