Wasted (Demo) Lyrics

Dub pour with no impact

Fruit sides I don't need that

Clear head is not intact

Red eyes on the flight path

And that wrist match

With that bitch glass

Smoke cig packs

While I rip macks

Ain't you know this is all digital

Give and go

Swiping on minimals

Feeling the pressure stack

I've had enough of these hard times

I need a shot, girl, the bar's fine

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Don't give me no-gos, I'm looking to spend

I'm wasted again

Like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

I'm facing, now brace in, I'm wasted again

Dub pour with no impact

Fruit sides I don't need that

Clear head is not intact

Red eyes on the flight path

And that wrist match

With that bitch glass

Smoke cig packs

While I rip macks

Ain't you know I'm feeling indigo

In we go, integral that I feel intimate in the lows

Oh god I'm wasted again

The bartender my only friend

Like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Won't be amazed by the end

Itching to get back to bed

Oh god, I'm feeling too bent

(Wavy)

Oh, but you tasting amazing again

(That pussy great)

Like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

(I just ate)

I'm wasted again

Like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Don't get yourself too attached

Don't you know the impact?

I don't want no impasse

I just want some more laughs

I just want some more ass

I'm still stuck in a cast

From the last one, it's bad

But I'm still kicking, why hold off on living?

I'm dipping my toe in to make a splash

Why would I jump in? I'm loving just chilling out under the shade

Girl, it's just fucking, I'm not your new husband - we don't need no names

The bed getting rowdy, you calling me daddy

I know you got problems with space

You sucking the base

I feel the bass

We shaking the state

I've been all day

(All day motherfucker)

Oh god, I'm wasted again

Oh god, I'm wasted aga

Dub pour with no impact

Fruit sides I don't need that

Clear head is not intact

Red eyes on the flight path

And that wrist match

With that bitch glass

Smoke cig packs

While I rip macks

Ain't you know this is all digital

Give and go

Swiping on minimal

Feeling the pressure stack