[Verse 1]
I'm lost, but I'm on my way
I've lied, but I make all honest mistakes
Friends and foes, they all look the same
High as f**, man, drunk as hell, we in outer space, oh no, no
When it comes to hoes I pick quantity over quality
Ratchet but I guess I like thuggery
I'm mashed up but you is comin' on to me
All I know I can feel you comin' on to me
Chances are you know I'm nasty
And pa**ionate and some call me trashy
But I ain't, I'm just...
With the sh** when it comes to you
Lit
[Chorus]
Red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye, wasted
I got two b**hes on different b**hes
Hundred thou', Kylies and Kims, yeah backstage and
Red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye, wasted
Blazin', blazin'
[Verse 2]
Feelin' like a job for me
Winnin', winnin', winnin', I do it openly
And all you bummas wouldn't stop provokin' me
I say what I want, I say what I want, I say what I want openly
Tired of wolves are preachin' like they're sheep
Just to say sh** they don't mean, nah, nah
Hipsters always in their scene
Tired of wolves are preachin' like they're sheep
[Chorus]
Red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye, wasted
I got two b**hes on different b**hes
Hundred thou', Kylies and Kims, yeah backstage and
Red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye, wasted
Blazin', blazin'