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Wasted

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[Intro: Travis Scott]
Wasted, undone,
I’m wasted right now,
Wasted right now,
Wasted right now.
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Take a sip, drownin in this shit,
Choppers on my hip, I hold my head,
I’ve been takin risks to make that money flip, shots to the head,
I ain’t orderin, I can’t afford this shit,
Go to war with this, you overboard, I’m overbored with shit,
Now it’s a pair of players, pay a nigga,
Gotta day to day to stack and still I pay accounts,
Twenty racks to show just a little allowance,
Only come to Houston if the boy allow it.
Bow your head to a real one,
Comin’ down with them main niggas,
H-town don’t play with us,
Them Reddick boys stay with it,
I’ve been grindin, slavin over time since I was a fan,
Lookin in the mirror like, «One day, Jacques, you gon be the man!»
One skinny tatted nigga, blunt flicker,
Young La Flame, hot spitter, who can’t hold his liquor, yeah!
[Bridge: Pimp C]
It’s really goin down in the goddamn south!
I’m trill, I’m country till the end!
It’s really goin down in the goddamn south!
I’m trill, I’m country till the end!
[Interlude: Juicy J]
There’s a lot of muthafuckas that can’t handle they liquor,
Can’t handle these drugs.
It’s only real niggas that can handle their shit, man!
Yeah!
So if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up,
Make sure you stay on our level ‘cause we go up.
Let me see you up!
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Is you wasted, baby?
One shot, two shots and you still talkin crazy,
Three shots and you faded,
Freaks comin out at night and they game X-rated.
Four shots, now she wanna do the clique,
Any more shots, she ain’t gon remember shit.
Smokin on extendos, no clips,
Project hoes goin up in the Ritz.
She gon’ do it for a G, anything for me, bro,
She just wanna fuckin drink and chief all the weed up,
Sexy bitch, pop that pussy ‘cause you in your prime,
Pour that purple over ice, call it turtle time.
Shawty never been a hesitator,
Got her goin down on the elevator,
Hear that pussy bomb, Imma detonate her,
Fuck her from the back, keep the neck for later,
No magic trick but I levitate her
With the magic stick; nothin’ less than great
When I hit her with the dope D, I’m gone,
Don’t text me later, no extra favors.
[Bridge: Pimp C]
It’s really goin down in the goddamn south!
I’m trill, I’m country till the end!
It’s really goin down in the goddamn south!
I’m trill, I’m country till the end!
[Outro: T.
I.]
Weed, lean, MDMA, he say she say, all the products of a young man gone the long way. From the home that he knew till he roamed where he at. And the phone break-up, unknown wake-up,everal sone night stands, hung up phone, break up. If he fall will he fly? Sure, wouldn’t take much for you to find out, jump! How you took that plunge? If not, we’re in the same spot. How could you judge? How could you judge? Could you judge?