Waste

Head high torn Time is of the essence but wait Know your place Emaciate poise Fade in the noise Is it the voice? Sinning and my head spinning, can you Pick up the slack, fold it back down? Giving it high scores Taking it all, all in Pushing it back home Nothing to win, win? You're running to sin, sin Letting me crawl, pick them all up In my hand Made to maintain the brain remains the same Blood rush, uppercut Side of the road to your mind Looking up Man, body wind Why does he know my name? Maybe you can stay a while City straits high, high, high, high, high Up high Girl, what's that sound? Look at you Look at me Look at you Heavy sippin' Higher, too real It's not the same Close, better shake that waist In this place, comes one thing Turn it up high, high, high For a long, a long From the feeling, and I'm Kinda fucked up Can't take the And you're sleeping while trippin' These hits, sniff these Got you puffing these, got you puffing these Giving it high scores Take it all in Pushin' it back right home Wit' nothin' to win You're runnin' to sin All up Fuckin' them up Pray for the main Hey Rain, looking up Hey, hey