Wasted In Paris

Yeah, oh
Yo, I’m sick of this life
The way I never do anything right
The way that everything I love is just a waste of my time
Like I’m cursed to earn everything I’ve ever deserved
I see the way that you’re hangin' on my every word
Word
That’s pretty cool, I guess
Not one to protest
Money in my pocket or the jealously of old friends
Oh man, setbacks piled onto jet lag
I’m too fuckin' tired to be waiting on this checked bag
I’m sad as fuck, I want to go home
Turn the motherfuckin' lights out and get stoned
I just want to be alone with my thoughts
Oh my God, no I don’t
Break away this facade
Said I would, but I won’t
Goddamit, I’m panickin' I can’t stand it
I can’t breathe, can’t leave, can’t handle it, yeah
And when I die, leave a candle lit
'Til then you’ll find me wherever the fucking camera is
I said I’d come through, but you know I’m not
Gotta lot to do, now this music’s all I got
Her friend can come too, treat me like the Marriott
Blindfold the thot up in my room, that’s a bird box
That’s absurd talk
Bringin' up the obstacles
Too short-sighted
To be seein' through my optical
Smooth sailin' like it’s nautical
I took the audible
The money on the way now
Happiness is optional
And like the prodigal
I’m coming back
No I won’t listen to your homie
Man, your homie’s wack
I need a kickback and a lime ‘rona, stat
Show up in designer asking «where the marijuana at?»
Full send, feeling regal, time to sin again
Post legal, coke evil, but we winnin' shit
It’s Charlie Sheen up in this bitch with a clean dick
Got it tested, she impressed so we get it in
And I can hear her heart sing with every single scream
Went and fell in love the first time that she fucked with me
I just wish you would’ve stuck with me
But I guess I get it I don’t even motherfuckin' fuck with me
I’m smoking weed in abundancy until I’m stuck
Tell me that you miss me but only when you’re fucked up
The bad luck came and hit me like a Mac truck
Nothing like the fall from number one to the runner up
I’m tryna live life, tryna make some memories
Far too focused to be focusin' on mini-me's
Yeah, fuck a fake friend, that’s an enemy
I made a couple songs and now I’m fucking up the industry
How I got here’s a mystery to most of you
A microphone and hard work
Yeah look what I’ma do
I feel the jealously is welling up inside of you
But honestly, that’s the best part for me, I’m coming through
Y’all boring, I’m snoring, man where the party at?
Normally I isolate, tonight I’m saying fuck that
We drown in alcohol and no one brought the life raft
Holiday in Paris, fuck depression, time to fight back