Текст песни WASTELAND - Wafflejax

Yeah, haha
Mmm, yeah (ooh, oo-ooh)
Yeah-yeah, watch, we gon' start (let me just talk my shit)

Yeah, why there's always a time limit for shit that I love?
For shit that I'm craving like steady fiending for drugs, uh
Callin' and waiting to see if I'm still enough
To fit inside yo' agenda of trauma, excuses, and fuss, uh
She sick of the jabs, little punches, reality, hard knocks
Been forcin' my good habits, I'm punchin' alarm clocks
My motivation that waka, marijuana, no Flock
The purest, the most potent reality, hard block
Been prejudiced to my loved ones before, no I ain't proud of it
Graving my promises into stone, my mama proud of me
Self reflection my nemesis, woah, it's gettin' loud in here
I'm cloudin' up my brain with the smoke, comin' right out the ears

Five years honor roll, my GPA immaculate, no average shit
Fuck a platinum plaque, what's real will prosper, want a lasting plan
Longevity's the word I meant to say, my bad motherfucker
I'm blockin' out the chattin' motherfuckers
Always questionin' yo' greatness, ask Picasso the same
When he was grinding with his palette, really buildin' a name
Paintin' my story on this canvas of life, weavin' my basket
The only fame you get with a price is in yo' casket

(Haha, Wafflejax, bitch)
The only fame you get with a price is in yo' casket
Yeah (Quote that)
And I only spit that Fendi fact shit (Quote that, haha)
Yeah, Ian, we got another one
TheFactory
Chaos, bitch, grrah!