Still Washed Lyrics

I'm still washed, I'm still washed up, I'm still washed, Aye

So much thoughts without the talent to express it, I'm finna write a song about how I can't write songs, this shit get stressin

Too much goin' on, I'm tryna right my wrongs, All these questions

I won't find no answers in this bitch thong, I'm dead wrong

Free Palestine, Jewish money long like Nicodemus

Tryna make it out in any way since I was a fetus

Out the womb, out the school, out the house I'm tryna get up off the couch and stuff some money in my

Pouch, and it's Goyard, I got some old hoes that hit my line and say you so hard

I got some old bros that ask me why I don't use old bars

Aye, but look though

I'm tired of feelin' like I'm so close but so far

Don't got motivation, everyday like a vacation Sittin' home procrastinatin, that's why niggas never go far

And I'm niggas, it's sad to say

I woke up on Saturday, said Imma change my life today Imma cop some ice today

Home alone, I'm writin' songs, don't got time to masturbate

Gotta make some cash today, too much hoes I'm tryna date

Too much cars I'm tryna race

Shoot for stars, I'm up in space

I want stars up in my wraith

And I want different bad bitches comin' through like everyday

And I want all my niggas sittin' at the table with a plate

And if they work hard with me, Imma make sure they ate

Make sure they eat

I know that I'm better than my peers, don't give no fuck about my degrees

Niggas sayin' they my friend, don't give a fuck about me

It's niggas sayin' they my kin, but I'm an only child

Villain gang, I'm really wild, I'm losin' it

Benz truck, I'm cruisin' it

Church boy, but all my homies terrorists, they shootin' shit

Diamonds flash, call that shit a terror-wrist, it's bangin

Real Jamaican bitch, she can't even speak good, she twangin

Her body bangin, and she up fye, she be body baggin

Aye, let me stop playin, uh

So much thoughts without the talent to express it

Finna write a song, bout how I can't write songs

This shit get stressin, it's too much goin' on

I'm tryna right my wrongs, all these questions

I won't find no answers in this bitch thong, I'm dead wrong, uh

Free Palestine, Jewish money, I look like Nicodemus

Aye, I'm still washed