Still wanna waste all of my time I wanna waste all of my time Oh my lover, my lover, my love We can never go back We can only do our best to recreate We should rip it straight out Don't turn over, turn over the page Then let's try our very best to fake it

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave

I ain’t gonna waste it I won’t let it slip away Gone tomorrow, here today No, it’s gone tomorrow But it’s here today A child held up in the sky To sunset youth, we say goodbye But I won’t live with regret Carpe Diem is the secret

If I let it out I don't know what I'll do There's a creature inside of you too So I shut it out, I bottle up, I hide it from the world I can't hold back The creature wants me screaming, screaming I'm living a lie, there's a creature hiding inside of me

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Shout out, but I fucked that nigga bitch Niggas iffy, uh, blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum

I feel it coming out my throat Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap God, I wish I never spoke God, I wish I'd never spoke I'm tired of being careful, gentle, trying to keep the water warm Let me under your

'Cause just like him, you always leave me crying A million little wishes float across the sky Picked you out and picked you up Hopin' that my luck would change Let the summer fill my lungs Superstition fill my brain But it's a waste of breath and it's

I hope you'll be happy now And it'll be hard, but I know I will make it out Yeah, I hope you'll be happy now You and me, it was good, but it wasn't right Step by step, I'll move on and get on with life So I let go, and I hope you'll be happy now And I

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna King of fucking everything Wake up in the morning, grab my trees and I get to it Young nigga, I do my own thing so let me do it If you wanna know a thing about me, I'm 'bout my paper Fuck

Let me see, let me see, let me see Don't talk about it, be about it What you gon' do to me That you couldn't wait to get me home alone Talk a good game mate, come on Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me She say she wanna take her skirt off Be my guest