Wasted
[V1]

It’s that, lame rapper that you’ve never heard about
You don’t follow on his Instagram, you skip over his SoundCloud
And damn, your social life is so petty
Got no depth in your perception bet ya vision so Fetty
Literally in the kitchen whippin pies with my baby
This Pillsbury Boy can make that crust extra flakey
That’s no joke, cause my humor’s kind of dry
Make a dude like you need Visine in your eye
So you can see the picture perfect Polaroid ain’t candid
I may look undeveloped but this shit I done planned it
Been cookin songs in the kitchen for more than a year
This shit’s fresh out the oven, come and taste it with your ears
Oh you don’t like my cookin? Well write up a yelp! Review
Cause the world cares more about your opinion than you do
“Well I didn’t like the lyrics, the flow, or the beat.”
You give me 2 stars but I made all 3, preach

[Chorus]
Me? I’m feelin fine
I’m just blockin out the doubt that keeps creepin up in my mind sayin, “Man you how old? You haven’t made it?
Pretty soon you’ll have ya whole life wasted.”
Me? I’m feelin great!
I’m just shuttin out the words they keep throwin up in my face sayin, “Man you how old? You haven’t made it?
Damn kid you got ya whole life wasted.”
[V2]
If I’m writin down words every other day
Tryna make these sentences blow up into a full page
Tryna make these pages all add up into a chapter
Get series status, Harry Potter shit is what I’m after
I ain’t talking about the money or fame
I’m talking transfiguration and making this all change
Don’t wanna be the boy that lives I wanna be the boy that gives
I wanna be the kind of guy that you can fucking fly with
Well, while all these people always stealing all this Drake flow
Man that’s the very last place that I wanna go
I gotta keep it real, I gotta keep it me
I gotta smile back, when life shows its teeth
I gotta keep my wits, I gotta stay sharp
I gotta keep it together, when they tear me apart
See, I ain’t gonna fail just like my little league team
No angels in my outfield just me caught in a dream
Of doin something bigger than making rich people coffee
“Oh I’m sorry peasant, but you made my drink to frothy” (What?)
Sick of all this small talk, I got more to say
But please Mr. CAP-EEE-TAHL no more today
Could you please just turn around and keep on doing your job
Keep being a no one, that’s exactly who you are

[V3]
Tryna think outta the box, call me PBS
Keepin all my channels 2-10 with no internet
You sounding like dial up.........that’s rude
You the type of guy to type up some B.S. all in a chat room
How you gonna make it, with this weird shit you sayin?
You need to think for a while and start, evaluatin
Well I’ve thought for a while now and here are my findings
I’d rather die in fast forward than keep on rewinding
Minding my own business, while you all in it
I’ve been dodging this question, so I’ma finally end it
I don’t know if I’ll make it but I know trying’s my purpose
I’m already payin my dues and you can’t refund that purchase
I’m so close I can taste it, with this art that I’m makin
You can call me Bob Ross with the joy I get painting
Some do it for the attention some do it just to be famous
And I think to myself, damn, you got ya whole life wasted