Wasted Lyrics

Ration going down, down

I'm wasted

Not perfect

Lot of work in here

A lot of sweat

But i have this burn feeling

Inside my chest

With my mans ballin' like Iverson

Like Iverson

In my benz

Rollin' like the omen

Stacking up, stacking up

These bands

Money is fake like friends

Now my life is getting out of hands

I guess imma have help

On the other hand

I'm talking bout' my girlfriend

If that is not enough

Pour actavis

With a couple xans

Go, go slowly

No, no perkys

Wont, wont let me

Show, show the ugly

Full of torment

Stuck in agony

Im not on my period

But i have a menstrual

Bleed

Need me some treats

Like it's haloween

Cameras, go pro,

I pop out, with the beam

Forever im hiding

Playing hide and seek

Ration going, down, down

I'm wasted

Not perfect

Lot of work

Got me feeling like the best

But i have this burn feeling

On my chest

With my mans ballin like Iverson

I'm a bully huh, huh

Throwing bows, in the paint, oh

Throwing bows' throwing bows

Fallin In a, bottomless hole

A young poet that

Deals with anxiety

And i know

She love to see me panic

Actually, i love to tote

Them automatics

All these bitches

Are so fake, plastic

RIP to Bray Wyatt G.O.D. sheep

I can see the digits

On the paper sheets

Can see the devil grinin' when he see

Me poppin'

Without caution

Without caution

No trojan

No attention

Cursed blood

On my hands

Mystery, i wont solve shit

Science, bad science

Only science i know

It's chemistry potions

Chemistry potions

Mixin' up drugs like the omen

Mixin' up drugs on a wednesday

Mixin' up drugs, on a friday

Let's have a good day

Oh, bae

Huh, huh

Going to LA

Ballin' like Lebron

I, fadeaway

In you're face, bitch

You can't compete

A vibe with my mans

With a couple xans

23, Lebron James

Oh