Amp Adams Aka Double A - Wayward Walt

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Alright, it's your mans and nem
Coming at cha
Got a little jam called ahhh, Wayward Walt
Hope you enjoy it
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Hey, please halt
It's not fault
How was I supposed to know, that rocks break glass
If thrown in the direction of your now, less than perfection
Just 'cause felt like it, and I got a whole pocket full them
Possession is nine-tenths of the law, and I still got a lot in there
So, I didn't do it
I'ma call my mom and my dad
You go'n rue the day that you ever said I was bad
I'm just a kid
With no supervision
See, blame goes all through you
See, somehow you knew, yet you still let me do that
Didn't correct my slack
I'm go'n call my lawyer
See if we can't sue you for that
Oh yeah
I'ma sue you
They back me all in my wrong
And the wind 'round here is, soo, soo strong
I'm affluenza sufferer
Which is something made up to get rich folks out of trouble
Yeah, you got to be really be dumb
And a stupid jury, lame lame judge
To let that stand, oh you say, oh it was
Oh soo I can be the President, though incompetent
You call me Wayward Walt
Soo I can be the President, though incompetent
Yeah, Wayward Walt

I'm Wayward Walt
You can't catch me
I'm Wayward Walt
I don't pay mane
I'm Wayward Walt
My people make it light on me
Can't you see
I'm Wayward Walt
You won't catch me
I'm Wayward Walt
I don't pay mane
I'm Wayward Walt
Call my name and I disappear
To somewhere palatial
Overseas

See, it's not even 'bout me
They cover for themselves
Remain spotless, with their prescription grade shelves
Too many opiods
It's like, who needs to hit the corner
I can walk up in there, and get anything I want to
See, the real slangin' happens when you go to Doctor Soo High
They got photos from cloud twelve
Uoohh, who designed
Scared me this one time, when I almost touched thirteen
Thought I saw Jason Vorhee
And then he sat down beside me
He said look, ticky-loon
When you come up out this haze
And you go'n realize that you're driving, and that it's soo unsafe
You don't have to worry about who hand go'n touch the gavel
It's like, more like, how hard is this gravel
And of those eighteen wheels, which one of them sealed the deal
Pliable, is how they make this luxury grade steel
I should've told 'em that I don't eat steering wheel
But right now, ummppgghh, that's all they serve here
Well, as you can tell I made it, but not like I planned
Twenty four hour medical
I can move one pinky on my hand
Tried not to tell me, thought it might send me into shock
The pile up soo bad
It was horror for blocks
I spent my whole life thinking that this was the top
Set myself up for failure singing this aaggnnhh
I'm Wayward Walt baby
Wayward Walt
Can't sing it no mo'
But here one mo' time for y'all

I'm Wayward Walt
You can't catch me
I'm Wayward Walt
I don't pay mane
I'm Wayward Walt
My people make it light on me
Can't you see
I'm Wayward Walt
You won't catch me
I'm Wayward Walt
I don't pay mane
I'm Wayward Walt
Call my name and I disappear
To somewhere palatial
Overseas

Yeah, we got a bunch of Wayward Waltin' going on 'round here
Now, every now and again, hey, you can help a fella out
You know, maybe, it'll do 'em some good to get 'em out of this one spot
But when you see that, all your helping, when they go for bad
They don't do nothing, but go for worst next time
Sometimes, the best thing you can do to help 'em is, not help 'em
Now, Wayward Walt had a theme, and he wish he never sang this
But I'ma let you hear it so you'll know what it sounds like when you get again
Make it good y'all

I'm Wayward Walt
You can't catch me
I'm Wayward Walt
I don't pay mane
I'm Wayward Walt
My people make it light on me
Can't you see
I'm Wayward Walt
You won't catch me
I'm Wayward Walt
I don't pay mane
I'm Wayward Walt
Call my name and I disappear
To somewhere palatial
Overseas

Written by:
Anthony Adams

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