Waste Lyrics

Gotta smoke something when I wake up

Every single day I got to stay high

Trynna think of how to get my cake up

Sellin’ every bag till a mothafucka dry

I don’t give a shit what you say Cuz

Your fucking 2 cents doesn’t even apply

Done fucked with the wrong ones bruh

Say your goodbyes and get ready to die

Look in my eyes

Broken and twisted and shattered inside

Eating whatever the doctor prescribes

Done with my life bitch

I am god and I worship myself

Work on my own and asked no one for help

Don’t care about fame I just want all the wealth

Don’t care about fame so I stay to myself

Coastin’ down the highway that’s headed straight for hell

Chewin’ them bars till I can’t feel a thing

Won’t pick up the line when my cell phone ring

Got no jewels

I ain't got no bling

But I still got your bitch saying I’m her main thing

Walk in your house like that shit was all mine

And got brain from your wife and she made me feel fine

Bitch I am Jesus the Lord in the flesh And I’m taking your bread and I’m drinking your wine

Hate showing love I ain’t no Valentine

Bitch I only love drugs so I stay on my grind

As a matter of fact, I think it’s about now that you outta my face and stop wasting my time