Candy Wasteland

(Chorus: Jas The Producer)

Candy wasteland
Lets just hold hands
Me you fuck them
Got an empty bed for the weekend yeah
Candy dreamin
Sweat all night and im screamin
River rock tides in the deep end
And i promise your face beamin yeah
Candy wasteland
Lets just hold hands
Me you fuck them
Got an empty bed for the weekend yeah (yeah)
Candy dreamin
Sweat all night and im screamin
River rock tides in the deep end
And i promise your face beamin yeah (yeah)

(Bridge: Jas The Producer)

Shoot him, cap him, beat him, I would never wanna be him
Talkin to the feds and we gon’ shoot ‘em when we see him
Shoot him, cap him, beat him, I would never wanna be him
Talkin to the feds and we gon’ shoot ‘em when we see him

(Verse 1: Jas The Producer)
Bitch, I’m sittin’ in my classroom just to see if I can focus
Bitch, I’m supercalifragilisticexpialadocious
I’m Hermione Granger, bitch, remove the clothes it’s hocus pocus
Oh, my boy done got the product but he won’t give me the locus
I’m an OG from the block just down the street from court-of-locust
Now you laugh I’ll rob you blind and cap you now is it a joke?
It’s not a joke although I’m playin; get the fuckin oxycotin
Break a rusty piece up off the side and jam into you throat and
Pourin gas up on his head I got him wet and fuckin’ dreamin
Are you sure you wanna bang in pessy wit the fuckin’ demons
Pullin’ up up wit’ a stick, a real stick, I got him screamin
Put concauctions in your drink and now I got a pussy leanin’
Don’t call me gay that’s not how you pronounce my fuckin name, yeah
I’m shell shocked bitch I Glock pop it to the grave
37 clones of Elvis and they dressed the fuckin’ same
All y’all dress the fuckin same
You can hear it my name, damn

(Interlude: Jas The Producer)

The sky is neon green and the sun is pitch black
There’s butterflies as big as whole blimps and on the vines, all left and right, there’s swingin’ chimps
Chump
My chain drippin’
I literally poured fuckin’ water on it
You look like a whole ass
I smoke grass
I’m talkin’ real grass from the park next door
A lot of weed too
By the way [?]

(Verse 2: Spooker)
I, I, I, I
Riding through the dessert so they can't find me
Demons on my back gettin kinda heavy
Im gettin tired gettin kinda sleepy
Whispering in my dreams, getting kinda freaky
The sky out here is turning on me
Shattering, and falling to my feet
The dessert glass is sharp as can be
Reflection of a sweet sugar wasteland treat
Look to my right, see a wishing well
Turns out the waters made of the sweet caramel
But the owls telling me its deadly as hell
Telling me its also bitter as well
Dont talk to the stranger you see
Just keep going and let them be
Keeping my eyes on the road ahead of me
Dont have time to stop for a sweet sugar wasteland treat

(Chorus: Jas The Producer)

Candy wasteland
Lets just hold hands
Me you fuck them
Got an empty bed for the weekend yeah
Candy dreamin
Sweat all night and im screamin
River rock tides in the deep end
And i promise your face beamin yeah
Candy wasteland
Lets just hold hands
Me you fuck them
Got an empty bed for the weekend yeah (yeah)
Candy dreamin
Sweat all night and im screamin
River rock tides in the deep end
And i promise your face beamin yeah (yeah)
Aye Madrazo, turn the muthafuckin’ bass up