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George Clinton

"Wasted"

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Wasted and numb
Are you wasted or nah?
Wasted and numb?
Wasted right now?

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Take a sip, drowning in this sh*t
Coppers on my hip, I hold my head
I've been taking risks to make that money flip
Shots to the head
I ain't order it, I can't afford this sh*t
Go to war with this you overboard, I'm over bored with sh*t
Now it's pay up player, pay a n*gga
Gotta day to day to stack and still I pay accounts
20 racks to show just a little allowance
Only come to Houston if the bull out
Bow your head to a real one, coming down with them main n*ggas
H-Town don't play with us, them wit-it boys stay wit-it
I've been grinding, slaving over time since I was a fan
Looking in the mirror like "One day, Jacques, you gon' be the man"
One skinny tatted n*gga, blunt flicker
Young La Flame hot spitter who can't hold his liquor, yeah

[Chorus: Pimp C]
It's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
It-it-i-it's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

[Interlude: Juicy J & Travis Scott]
There's a lot of motherf*ckers that can't handle they liquor
Can't handle these drugs
Wasted or nah?
It's only real n*ggas that can handle their sh*t man
Wasted or nah?
Yeah (wasted or nah?)
So if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up
Make sure you stay on our level cause we go up
Let me see you up

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Is you wasted, baby?
One shot, two shots and you still talking crazy
Three shots and you faded
Freaks coming out at night and they gettin' X rated
Four shots now she wanna do the clique
Any more shots she ain't gon' remember sh*t
Smoking on extendos, no clips
Project hoes going up in the Ritz
She gon' do it for a G, anything for me, bro
She just wanna f*cking drink and chief all the weed up
Sexy b*tch, pop that pus*y cause you in your prime
Pour that purple over ice, call it turtle time
Shawty never been a hesitator
Got her going down on the elevator
Heard the pus*y bomb, I'ma detonate her
f*ck her from the back, keep the neck for later
No magic trick but I levitate her
With the magic stick, nothing less than great
When I hit her with the dope D I'm gone
Don't text me later, no extra favors

[Chorus: Pimp C]
It's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
It-it-i-it's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end

[Outro: T.I.]
Mm; weed, lean, MDMA, he say, she say
All the products of a young man gone the long way
From the home that he knew, 'til he roamed where he at
And the phone break up, unknown wake up
Several one night stands, hung up phone, break up
If he fall, will he fly? Sure, wouldn't take much
For you to find out, jump, if you took that plunge
If not, we're in the same spot, how could you judge?
How could you judge? C-c-could you judge?

[Produced by Metro Boomin]

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