D-Why - Wasted

give me that and give me this, yea I be buyin all this shit/

wack ass referees, is you blind? cuz you ain’ t callin shit/

call it what u wanna call it, u shoulda prolly call it quits/

and i understand most of fans, are gona be college kids/

so bitch I’m going hard, call me Mr. Universitty/

overcoming adverstity, got to make it work for me/

they say you more famous after you die, somebody murder me/

cuz bitch I’m goin’ in, like surgery/

paging Dr. Morris/ a Scorpio, she tells me shes a Taurus/

watch me as I transofrm for my Taurus to a tour bus/

victorious, warriors, man isn’t it this glorious?/

it’s so hard to stay grounded, when your 67 stories up/

I’m watching Scarface, wishin’ I was Al Pacino/

I just burnt the shit out my tongue on this fuckin cappucino/

eating good, dressing good, fuckin good, that’s all that we know/

your man can’t find that g-spot, he too busy finding Nemo/

okay though, son of a bitch, motherfucking a-hole/

gettin Jewish money, I’m a buy everyone bagels/

Shalom homie, you ridin’ spinners, we spinnin’ dradles/

they don’t stop, put some gloves on cuz I’m so hot/

tell her she’s pretty, I wanna take her out and show her off/

ask your sister on a date, and blow her off/

I’m showin’ out and showin’ off, goin’ in and goin’ off/

if this was Survivor on an island, you’d get voted off/

I’m dozing off. Turned nothing into something so should call me MacGyver/

take the best rapper in your squad, I’ll make him my driver/

one year older, 20 years wiser/

Cash like June Carter, Banks like Tyra/

I does it, I love it, I do it, and that’s it/

blank stare, yall Clueless, “as if”/

I’m with Alicia, Silverstone, so sick that you should probably send me home/

I’m innocent, so let me go/

never ending story, I’ma do this shit forever holmes/

life’s a rollercoaster ride, and the line is the extra long/

I be goin extra hard, bouncin’ to the metronome/

I’m sorry I stood up your sister, man can we just let it go/

Yea I got twitter, you and all your friends should follow me/

show up at your girls front door, late at night, Halloween/

I’m where I gotta be, front row, guess it’s where I oughta be/

but where I’m bout to be, balcony, who lookin’ down at me/

I remember back in the day, when I was like broke and shit/

I would ask for a water, then I would sneak and put Coke in it/

now I got money, a couple bank accounts is opening/

but ain’t shit change, your boy is still put Coke in it/

say again, bitch I’m goin in like a fireman/

not retiring, never tiring/

tryna work that back baby girl, are you hiring?/

and all my dudes stay around trees…tire swings/

Damn…I just killed the whole entire game/

big wheels on the stang, peep the tire game/

how you expect to get girls with that tired game/

and that outfit’s kinda wack, if I was you I’d try to change/

I’m going hard, harder than George and Diego/

pick ya favorite rapper, I’ma go harder than they go/

I’ma go harder than Ye go, I’ma go harder than Jay go/

and I’ma go harder than Drake go, and Drake go hard, that’s Wayne’s bro/

I heard Weezy kill this beat, and I had to do it like this/

tell Lil Wayne to holler if Young Money needs a white kid/

I am in Bed Stuy, with your girl bedside/

she gives me TLC, so I call her “Left Eye”/

I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy, with my main chick/

You got a basic bitch, she rockin’ plain shit/

my girl keep it real…but she got fake tits/

monkey see, monkey do, so now I’m goin’ ape shit/

where the bananas in pajamas, I’m standin with Hannah/

she has cannons like Anna Nicole and a tan like lindsay lo-han/

and I hope she gone tell her friends that I’m dope/

cuz Samantha’s a 12, and Amanda’s a 24, I got plenty more/

dimes that are centerfolds, time is money I’ m ready to go/

carry a heavy load and just wait for a miracle/

as I bump thru the stereo, the game needs a take over/

and your girl needs a makeover/ “I’ma kill it”

if not anybody else, then I guess it has to be me/

your girl is like the boss, cuz I heard she asked to see me/

hopped up on that Wasted beat, and murdered the track for sheezy/

someone press that fuckin Staples button cuz, “That Was Easy”/