ScHoolboy Q - Black Folk

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 (Ooh ooh), 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? (Better)
My adversities done turned me to a killer (Uh)
Sabotage, uh, men who washed, uh, give me cars
Hundred whores (Uh), gimme yours (Uh), back and forth
Fast life, got the rock mane, it's a ball game
Copped chain, get a Benzo, it's a black thang
Court case, nigga shell case, it's a heat wave
Done for, took the whole flow, no need for encore
I run this, I rather gun shit, or hit the function
I'm basic, don't wanna chase it, my talent wasted
I know this, somehow I lost it, the way I fold it
The black mind is where it started 'cause we was chosen
The water is where we crossed it and got to building
With dreaming but lost the feeling, we stopped believing
And 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 (Ooh ooh), wasted, wasted

When 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

Written by:
Dacoury Natche, Jacob Dutton, Quincey Hanley

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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