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"