Текст песни Wasted - N8te

Wasted college nights
Stuffing woodies to the brim
Empty liquor in my liver trying to fix ya from ya sin
Validate my pain cuz the result is in the pen
Take a couple L's but the end result is a win
The culture say fuck a friend
The vultures eat up your beauty and Ulta t-up ya skin
Scream father free us within
Father free us from us sin
But Jesus be in the heater
We leaving it up to him
We leaving it up to him
I'm on track now I'm on track now
They say Nate oh you rap now get on a track now
Spit some shit bout BLM got you proud to be black now
I be rocking stone cold raps, got that smack down
I'm a raw nigga, soft niggas better back down
Cuz we eating like we Zeke.
And we eat bon apetit
Ride the beat like it's a jeep
I'm not normal I'm a freak
A freak of nature
Dojo full of cold hard niggas got a team of glaciers
Being patient is the key
I was made rip the beat
These rappers carbon copies, they mannequins made in factories
It's a travesty
But I'm still him nigga

Wasted college nights
Stuffing woodies to the brim
Wasted college nights
Stuffing woodies to the brim
Wasted college nights
Stuffing woodies to the brim