Lyrics “Wasted” – Travis Scott feat. Juicy J

Wasted and numb
Are you wasted or nah
Wasted and numb
Wasted right now
Take a sip, drowning in this s**t
Coppers on my hip, I hold my head
I’ve been taking risks to make that money flip
Shots to the head
I ain’t order it, I can’t afford this s**t
Go to war with this you overboard, I’m over bored with s**t
Now it’s pay up player, pay a n**ga
Gotta day to day to stack and still I pay accounts
20 racks to show just a little allowance
Only come to Houston if the boy allow it
Bow your head to a real one, coming down with them main n**gas
H-Town don’t play with us, them wit-it boys stay wit-it
I’ve been grinding, slaving over time since I was a fan
Looking in the mirror like One day, Jacques, you gon’ be the man
One skinny tatted n**ga, blunt flicker
Young La Flame hot spitter who can’t hold his liquor, yeahIt’s really going down in the goddamn south
I’m trill, I’m country ’til the end
It-it-i-it’s really going down in the goddamn south
I’m trill, I’m country ’til the end
There’s a lot of motherf**kers that can’t handle they liquor
Can’t handle these drugs
Wasted or nah
It’s only real n**gas that can handle their s**t man
Wasted or nah
Yeah (Wasted or nah)
So if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up
Make sure you stay on our level cause we go up
Let me see you up
Is you wasted, baby
One shot, two shots and you still talking crazy
Three shots and you faded
Freaks coming out at night and they gettin’ X rated
Four shots now she wanna do the clique
Any more shots she ain’t gon’ remember s**t
Smoking on extendos, no clips
Project h*es going up in the Ritz
She gon’ do it for a G, anything for me, bro
She just wanna f**king drink and chief all the weed up
Sexy b**ch, pop that p**sy cause you in your prime
Pour that purple over ice, call it turtle time
Shawty never been a hesitator
Got her going down on the elevator
Heard the p**sy bomb, I’ma detonate her
F**k her from the back, keep the neck for later
No magic trick but I levitate her
With the magic stick, nothing less than great
When I hit her with the dope D I’m gone
Don’t text me later, no extra favors
It’s really going down in the goddamn south
I’m trill, I’m country ’til the end
It-it-i-it’s really going down in the goddamn south
I’m trill, I’m country ’til the endMm, weed, lean, MDMA, he say, she say
All the products of a young man gone the long way
From the home that he knew, ’til he roamed where he at
And the phone break up, unknown wake up
Several one night stands, hung up phone, break up
If he fall, will he fly Sure, wouldn’t take much
For you to find out, jump, if you took that plunge
If not, we’re in the same spot, how could you judge
How could you judge C-c-could you judge…
➤ Written by Mike Dean, Metro Boomin, Frank Dukes, T. Noporat, George Clinton, Pimp C, Will Barnett, Big Mike, Larry Price, Juicy J & Travis Scott
Album: Rodeo
Produced by Travis Scott & Metro Boomin
Travis Scott | Juicy J | 2019