Wasted

Used to be a loser

And 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

Mm, 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, oh-oh

I always thought I'd play the six strings

Fingertips started craving ivory

Visions live amidst the loose-leaf

I 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

You run your mouth, and you might catch a two piece

It's 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

Mm, I think I'm wasted off my own supply

I'm way too fly, but I know to swing low (oh-oh-oh)

That's just the way I survive (it's the way I survive)

Up in the sky when I look below, oh-oh

Wasted off my own supply

Yeah, I don't fuck with nobody

Like, at all, nobody

So, it's very simple

I-I stay in my house, seen

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"