Wasted Lyrics

My eyes fucked up, I think I need Lasik

Or I might just be fucked up, I think I am wasted

Now I'm over thinking bout all the time I wasted

But now that shits over, cause now I'm done waiting

Pissed off like probation, don't wanna have a conversation, bout your infatuation with that all that plastic

I got a wild imagination, in my feelings doing flips, didn't know my mind taught gymnastics

Feel like she always coming back to me, elastic

I don't know if I'm good at this

Oh my bad I'm just being sarcastic, know it's automatic, know I'm making classics, I'm fucking with the baddest

I got so many fucking bad habits

I mean I guess it's not a bad habit, when the bad habit is me doing nothing but practice

We all got the same amount of time, we all spin on one axis

I just checked my watch, yeah it's fucking game time

Jumping & dunking, yeah I got hang time

You just on the bench, you don't get play time

Okay now don't get defeated, these things take time

You just came at the wrong time, I've been waiting for this shit for a long time

Getting to the top is gonna take a while, yeah a long climb

But till I I'm at the top, all I got to do is rhyme

Who the fuck you talking to?

Cause I know it ain't me, when I be the one person that you steady calling to

Like homeboy I'm mf calling you

Think I need you to come over, so I can come get all of you

Fucking on this balcony, I need a broader view

Fucking with my gang or my family, I will slaughter you

& That's the only thing that I can offer you

What the fuck is anxiety?

Is it me getting nervous in public, thinking that everybody eyeing me?

Or is it the fear of fucking dying? Feel like the devil really been trying me

God I need you to start guiding me, I ask surprisingly

Need for you to start advising me, your light been blinding me

You never seen this mf side of me, reminded me

That I got to learn, now please enlighten me

In this society, ain't no more sobriety, okay not entirely, but that is the notoriety

Telling these women I think I just need more variety

Someone that moves silently, quietly, someone that fixes things privately

Oh wow I think I had that, just look at the irony

Shit aged fine like them winery's

I still got inquiries of things that I don't know

Feelings overflow, green grass but it's overgrown

No one to help me, cut it all alone, on my own

I'm just so exhausted you can hear it through my tone

& if I don't pick up the phone, leave a message at the tone cause

I'm probably fucking wasted