Текст песни Black Folk - ScHoolboy Q

Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted (Woop, woop)
Wasted, wasted
Living like I'm 'posed to, yeah
I'ma fuck up like I'm 'posed to, yeah
Who knew failure make you better?
My adversities done turned me to a killer, uh
Sabotage, uh, men who washed, uh, give me cars
Hundred horse, uh, give me yours, uh, back and forth
Fast life, got the rock, mane, it's a ball game
Cop chain, get a Benzo, it's a black thang
Court case, nigga, shell case, it's a heat wave
Done for, killed the whole flow, no need for encore
I run this, I'd rather gun shit, I'll hit the function
I'm basic, don't wanna chase it, my talent wasted
I knows it, somehow I lost it, the way I folded
The black mind is where it started 'cause we was chosen
The water is where we crossed it and got to build it
With dreaming but lost the feeling, we stopped believing in, uh
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted (Woop, woop)
Wasted, wasted
Well, I got it, it was great
'Til you know, then you start to hate
You know a fake nigga, his favorite words is, "He fake"
Talking 'bout, "I'll pay you back,
" Bitch, do that with your down payment
All that damn hating, I'm better at love-making
Tryna stay positive out of negative energy
Nigga, don't play with me
You must think my loyalty slavery, uh
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted