Wasted

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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