Текст песни •Wasted• - Cactus Cordel

Got a truck full of shooters, boy
Came down from the hills, boy
Stacking one to the middle, boy
Blowing up from my hobby, boy
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

That bitch, she so wasted
She from college
Parked cars at the days Inn
Put in mileage
Drink down what I'm tasting
What you call this?
While you rot in the basement
Pop a molly

Basic, basic, bitch your so basic
Pop for them faces, wap, intoxication
Beat it right up from the back
Smoking on 'wood while flying first class
Load up the gat, hit minimum
Black and blue jeans, wear the snake denim

50 cal. on my hip (yuh)
And then I came wit' a stick (yuh)
Don't run into my clique (yuh)
Anyone on my trip
Just came back from the sex trip (sex trip)
She clean up where I made it messy
Made a girl straight, was lesbian
On the westside I'm resting

She's gonna suck this dick while I got my semi tucked
Spinning that bitch right on her head, keeping that Philly rough
I'm gonna go down on her in the bed, keeping that really rough
Fuckin' the bitch in the throat, look in her nose, making it run
Putting my nut on her ass, making this shit look like honey bun

Who do I hit the score for?
Why do I hit for the role?
Might hit my bitch, my slow, yeah (yeah)
Where did you go?
Please let me know
I needed you the most

Ignored me every time
When I had nowhere to go (go)
Even when I cried
Your emotions never showed
Remember when my chain
Had no worth, but now it's gold (gold)