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