Black Folk - ScHoolboy Q

Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted

You ain’t talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake

Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?

Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted (Woop, woop)

Wasted, wasted

Living like I’m 'posed to, yeah

I’ma fuck up like I’m 'posed to, yeah

Who knew failure make you better?

My adversities done turned me to a killer, uh

Sabotage, uh, men who washed, uh, give me cars

Hundred horse, uh, give me yours, uh, back and forth

Fast life, got the rock, mane, it’s a ball game

Cop chain, get a Benzo, it’s a black thang

Court case, nigga, shell case, it’s a heat wave

Done for, killed the whole flow, no need for encore

I run this, I’d rather gun shit, I’ll hit the function

I’m basic, don’t wanna chase it, my talent wasted

I knows it, somehow I lost it, the way I folded

The black mind is where it started 'cause we was chosen

The water is where we crossed it and got to build it

With dreaming but lost the feeling, we stopped believing in, uh

Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted

You ain’t talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake

Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?

Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted (Woop, woop)

Wasted, wasted

Well, I got it, it was great

'Til you know, then you start to hate

You know a fake nigga, his favorite words is, «He fake»

Talking 'bout, «I'll pay you back,» bitch, do that with your down payment

All that damn hating, I’m better at love-making

Tryna stay positive out of negative energy

Nigga, don’t play with me

You must think my loyalty slavery, uh

Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted

Wasted, wasted