Tryl - Wasted lyrics

[Intro] Tryl Yo, yo, yo Check it yeah [Verse 1] You can find me in my room saying mantra With a kidnapped b**h I'm holding ransom Better watch out she smoking ganja But me I find I can still not fathom Wait turn this back up this my anthem I never would have said get back then If only I'd a known you were with them My wack a** would'a never said I'm Rapman Na-na-na-na-na-na I'm in a mansion With your girl going tandem This sh** is not random- ha I don't even know what I'm saying I'm going off the chain call me Tatum Get it? Channing Tatum? f** [Hook 1] This is for my homies who skate My A1 homies everyday This is for homies who ain't got a job But who getting payed, hey [Verse 2] I know a couple drug dealers And a couple of thugs A couple gang bangers Who be selling it up I know a lot of chumps Who let the pistol erupt Shots fired in the air and for what? I know em' But you know what they say It takes 1 to know 1 So hey hey hey Guess if all else fails I got ways to get paid Hey without education huh? You hear me run On almost every track yeah Talk about a hun On almost every track I'm just having fun Before I relapse Pop a pill a Xanax In the moment that the track skips a beat And you realize that I'm back, oh crap [Hook 2] This is for my homies who party My homies who be saying sh** like gnarley The homies who be bringing in the babes The babes who be looking like Barbie

Yeah let's get real for a minute now Break it down [Verse 3] On one hand I got poems I wrote you A couple little raps because I thought that I loved you I loved you Harder then my f**ing co*k gets When you jerk it and you tell me it's so cool That you like how I rebel Going out whenever staying out till you can't tell What day it is 6 in the morning with you Got kicked out my house for you Then how do you repay me b**hing at me everyday saying you played me That you never felt it and you hate me like daily *Reversed* better check herself soon cause I'm crazy That b**h better step the f** down yeah just maybe It's in her best interest to drop dead I'm past this- fun Ain't that what you had? You ain't have fun in a while You run from your problems Why not sip it back like some coke with some rum Yeah I think that I'm done Go k** yourself b**h and some You had your meds today? Little suicidal with anxiety, f** Don't get me wrong I'm not hateful I'm not a bad guy Girl I'm just getting equal You're so manipulative And you lie like it's your day job Your night job is s**ing off ur dad Or get punched in your damn jaw f** y'all yo I ain't even playing Look at all this bullsh** you created All the time that you wasted Sitting there wasted Not even caring what I'm saying Like I was sitting there playing Yeah these rhymes are just flaming f** cut it