Wasted

[Verse 1]
Used to be a loser
Needed me a little tune up
Tell them motherfuckers move out my way
Mr. Complicated
Ever since he got the cadence
They could never try to get on my case

[Chorus]
Mmmm I think I’m
Wasted off my own supply
I’m way too fly
But I know to swing low
That’s just the way I survive
Up in the sky
When I look below

[Verse 2]
I always thought I'd play the six strings
Fingertips started craving ivory
Visions live amidst the loose leaf
Fill the tank by switching to the news feed
Dealing with a couple groupies
Spitting fiction acting like they knew me
And these dudes that used to push right through me
Run your mouth and you might catch a two piece
Okay
This room ain’t got space for me
My heads too big for this place
Oh I’m no Jesus
It’s like a fever

[Chorus]
Mmmm I think I’m
Wasted off my own supply
I’m way too fly
But I know to swing low
That’s just the way I survive
Up in the sky
When I look below

[Outro]
Yeah I don't fuck with nobody
Like, at all
Nobody
So, it's very simple
I-I stay in my house
And I don't fuck with nobody
I don't go anywhere
I don't go to parties
I barely go outside
Like literally I really don't go outside