Gotta smoke something when I wake up
Every single day I got to stay high
Trynna think of how to get my cake up
Sellin' every bag till a mothaf*cka dry
I don't give a shit what you say Cuz
Your f*cking 2 cents doesn't even apply
Done f*cked with the wrong ones bruh
Say your goodbyes and get ready to die
Look in my eyes
Broken and twisted and shattered inside
Eating whatever the doctor prescribes
Done with my life bitch
I am god and I worship myself
Work on my own and asked no one for help
Don't care about fame I just want all the wealth
Don't care about fame so I stay to myself
Coastin' down the highway that's headed straight for hell
Chewin' them bars till I can't feel a thing
Won't pick up the line when my cell phone ring
Got no jewels
I ain't got no bling
But I still got your bitch saying I'm her main thing
Walk in your house like that shit was all mine
And got brain from your wife and she made me feel fine
Bitch I am Jesus the Lord in the flesh And I'm taking your bread and I'm drinking your wine
Hate showing love I ain't no Valentine
Bitch I only love drugs so I stay on my grind
As a matter of fact, I think it's about now that you outta my face and stop wasting my time
Bosse - Waste Lyrics
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Gotta smoke something when I wake up
Every single day I got to stay high
Trynna think of how to get my cake up
Sellin' every bag till a mothaf*cka dry
I don't give a shit what you say Cuz
Your f*cking 2 cents doesn't even apply
Done f*cked with the wrong ones bruh
Say your goodbyes and get ready to die
Look in my eyes
Broken and twisted and shattered inside
Eating whatever the doctor prescribes
Done with my life bitch
I am god and I worship myself
Work on my own and asked no one for help
Don't care about fame I just want all the wealth
Don't care about fame so I stay to myself
Coastin' down the highway that's headed straight for hell
Chewin' them bars till I can't feel a thing
Won't pick up the line when my cell phone ring
Got no jewels
I ain't got no bling
But I still got your bitch saying I'm her main thing
Walk in your house like that shit was all mine
And got brain from your wife and she made me feel fine
Bitch I am Jesus the Lord in the flesh And I'm taking your bread and I'm drinking your wine
Hate showing love I ain't no Valentine
Bitch I only love drugs so I stay on my grind
As a matter of fact, I think it's about now that you outta my face and stop wasting my time
Every single day I got to stay high
Trynna think of how to get my cake up
Sellin' every bag till a mothaf*cka dry
I don't give a shit what you say Cuz
Your f*cking 2 cents doesn't even apply
Done f*cked with the wrong ones bruh
Say your goodbyes and get ready to die
Look in my eyes
Broken and twisted and shattered inside
Eating whatever the doctor prescribes
Done with my life bitch
I am god and I worship myself
Work on my own and asked no one for help
Don't care about fame I just want all the wealth
Don't care about fame so I stay to myself
Coastin' down the highway that's headed straight for hell
Chewin' them bars till I can't feel a thing
Won't pick up the line when my cell phone ring
Got no jewels
I ain't got no bling
But I still got your bitch saying I'm her main thing
Walk in your house like that shit was all mine
And got brain from your wife and she made me feel fine
Bitch I am Jesus the Lord in the flesh And I'm taking your bread and I'm drinking your wine
Hate showing love I ain't no Valentine
Bitch I only love drugs so I stay on my grind
As a matter of fact, I think it's about now that you outta my face and stop wasting my time
Writer: Bosse
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