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yung droozy - wasted time lyrics

[intro]
what am i doing with my f-cking time?
will i grow old and end up being blind?
will i ever reach what i think is my prime?
will i commit a crime?

[verse 1]
as the great ruby once said
“escape to my dreams i hope some of them are wet” indeed
the hills filled with agents
that harbor a lot of f-cking greed
after church your mom buys some speed
i don’t do that maybe buy a little weed
for me and my team that i don’t f-cking have
taking shots at you like my name was glaz
six b-tches on my line but
there’s no godd-mn siege
“can’t say that”
freedom of speech
career fell flat
the preachers preach
but i’m not down to have a chat

[verse 2]
you’re out smoking blunts with 7 different men
i’m smoking seven solo in the back of the benz
prefer to get mugged over the fake friends
out here meeting ends like a godd-mn fiend
joseph you’re so mean joseph still a f-cking teen
joseph gonna have to ween off the f-cking nicotine
joseph never really won joseph starting to think
it’s a bad f-cking gene

[verse 3]
can’t make beats can barely f-cking rap
but i’m under her sheets and
you know i’m gonna clap
go ahead and bring it back
to the good old past
when things weren’t that bad
every sunday your mom buys some speed
gotta lotta bad luck but it is what it is
wake up every day i say what the f-ck
a good social life is what i juke and duck
doing it for fun
gotta lotta problems
so i’m out here popping bottles
i’m too f-cking ugly to be a model
for any clothing brand not even aeropostale
call me aristotle

[verse 4]
swervin’ in the ‘llac
talk a lot of f-cking smack
never count a good rack
my music is whack
hit your jaw, crack
break your girls back
then i go ahead and rap
over a few beats
straight from h-ll
you already know
what part i dwell in
commit a sin
sipping on straight gin
in 3rd grade my bestfriend’s name was lynn

[verse 5]
might f-ck around and drop a fire banger
i never trusted bankers
i enjoyed my grammar lessons
never flexing weapons
never had a smith and wesson
never need a gun
after church your mom buys some speed
yeah i’m swerving in the coupe
i’ll do a dirty deed
do it for dirt cheep
f-ck you and your group
or you and your team
no glock no beam
my frown droops
never chasing clout
you hear my music
ask what that’s about
my dreams on lucid
from the diphenhydramine
that i’m consumin’
writing rhymes like a machine
put me in the ground
never gonna be crowned
if i ever get big
mark my f-cking words
it’ll be my end
never had any money to freely spend
i’m scarily skinny
you’re a lot like me but a little mini
to my brother
if you ever find my music
don’t ever lose it
don’t follow my path
and listen in math
i say this because i consider myself a f-cking failure

- yung droozy lyrics

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