American Wasteland ft. DTB Lyrics

Yeah man, I don't know why

I'm smoking at 4 in the morning

I'ma do that shit anyway

Stop playin' with me (It's Rein)

Shh, man

Uh, yeah, aye

That was back in the day, man

They be playin' games in this American Wasteland

Fakie off the curb, told me stay in your place, man

Couldn't care less, got a pep in my step, dog

Pearly whites out, I be bitin' them heads off

Don't let the truth spill, don't let the feds talk

Got my shades on, and I bought 'em at a Salvation Army

So you already know my 'ma pissed off, like (Yeah)

Making commas with your baby mommas, yeah

All this daily drama could be very harmful, uh

I can try and help, its the greatest honor

Like, oh that's very generous and very

Thoughtful of you

As I hop in the boof

As we finish the blunt

Right on top of the roof with it

They thought it's abuse

The way I'm shitting on this mic, it's often confusing

What I'm capable of

And that's what I'm gonna do

Don't tell me what I am, as if it's been assumed

Cause I know what I is

And you know what you're doin'

And fuck what you can consume

Got a couple fine shorties

That's a bunch of poon, that's a

Yeah, I like to wake and bake

Break it down

Two papers, ground it up

I get some headaches when I'm smoking too early

I might take a leave

No ground beef, I'ma smoke in the ring

Cause when I chief, just to achieve

Niggas talking all that shit, but grab on your knees

New clean clothes, get the baddest of the bitches

And then she shakin' like keys

You was talking to me?

Well, it seems what it seems

Got some new clean clothes, fresh out the dryer

Pussy nigga talkin' crazy, drop him in a fryer

Shorty said she kinda moist, she another geyser

Get weed from the locals, we in E-Town

Ridin' round town, windows down

Said that I'm high, really space bound

Grabbed another ounce

Then I rolled that to the face, same old same

I can't really fuck with you because

I heard you're so lame, who's to blame

Cause you never get laid

I want some faces in my pocket

I'm just used to gettin' paid

Niggas always talkin', I don't (Aye)

That was back in the day, man

They be playin' games in this American Wasteland

Fakie off the curb, told me stay in your place, man

Couldn't care less, got a pep in my step