Wasted Lyrics

Wasted tickets

Wasted dollars

I need flowers

For my service

I was hurting

Always working

With a purpose

Found you lurking

So what does it mean

I'm playing the game as it leans

The balance is off

I'm giving it all up to God

I lay or I fall what ever the choice

I wait for the call

I'm hearing the voice

I'm seeing the screen

I'm stuck in the noise

I'm cleaning the scene

The fuck is the point

I'm lost in all the purpose of dying

The purpose of living

No making a solid decision

I'm not even lying

No time to be playing or crying

See see I gotta go

See see I gotta know

See see what does it mean

See see wanna be free

See see stuck in the sea

I'm dancing on these waves

I'm swerving problems everyday

I'll make a album for in a day

And hope you listen in the night

So that my music doesn't die

In the cold hands of a slow world

Or the hot hands of a fast one

They asking for ticket ticket time is ticking ticking

They asking for a ticket ticket time is ticking ticking

What you mean my ride is up I'm looking at my timer son

You better let me ride the bus

They asking for ticket ticket time is ticking ticking

They asking for a ticket ticket time is ticking ticking

What you mean my ride is up I'm looking at my timer son

You better let me ride the bus

Ticket ticket ticket

Punch a ticket ticket ticket

Time is ticking ticking ticking

Dollars on the minute minute

Wasted dollars wasted minutes

Wasted quarters for the meter

Bark like cedar wouldn't need her

Best believer for my purpose

Always working on the surface

Never slacking vs my urges

To be perfect in a circus of society

Propriety for I is me delete what's left of privacy

I'm dying for my dynasty

I'm leaving here my legacy

I'm building wealth for generations

Several walls of decorations

Awards and many nominations

Working is my obligation

I got tickets that need punching

Digits for the gas I'm running

Visits to my favorite upping

So now they know my name is something

It's real

I see hot I'm sweaty

My leg is burning intensely

Icy hot on ready

I'm in pain need a medi medkit evidently

I got icing on my Debbie

I can real sing calm and steady

For these people who were waiting on my uprising

Keep it playing like a record son I'm undying

I said my voice will live forever on

I'm refining the writing of my epilogue

I'm working out the dialogue

I'm playing here your favorite song

I hope you see that I've been working

If music is my purpose yall will find me in my verses

Hope to God that I'm not burning all my words for years of certain

I got more I need to surface

Your time is up

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You're still lost

If you're hearing this