Skinless Man

[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
And I waste time
All that I feel inside gets poured out
It's all just a waste
It's all just a waste
I need a sensation
Something to blow me out of proportion
Something to crave
Something to crave

[Verse 1: Obi Ill Terrors]
'Cause I've been rollin' 'round the city with a forty ounce
And I open my face just to pour it out
It's a waste
It's all just a waste, I'm waiting for—
'Cause I've been rolling 'round the city with a forty ounce
And I numb my face just to pour it out
It's a waste
It's all just a waste, I'm wasting for ya

[Verse 2: Marty Bugatti]
I don't know what happened, mixing work up with my leisure
Octane in the vessel with a bottle full of pleasure
Desk job, pull it up to the side and I arch his leg up
We bridge up, bridge up to anybody who want terror, uh

[Bridge: Lil Dijon]
I been working out, but I need some attention (Hey, hey)
I been working out, but I need some affection

[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
And I waste time
All that I feel inside gets poured out
It's all just a waste
It's all just a waste
I need a sensation
Something to blow me out of proportion
Something to crave
Something to crave

[Verse 3: Marty Bugatti]
Cocoa Puffs, mix medicine with the Sunkist
Freckle face plate making Monday a punish
Cheeky mocha latte urging, rip off that onesie
Her man be knocking, ready to throw down in my undies (Yeah)
I don't know what all my mates are doing tonight
Hope they call me up, I need a fix, need a fright
Common sense starts leaving every time I hit a Friday
Aching for a bevvy, new alliance make my eyes ache, yeah

[Verse 4: Obi Ill Terrors]
Ayy, naysayers, we lane takers, you lame stoppers
Name droppers, get nate like grave robbers
Slaying profits, parade like day dotters
They ain't make profits, lil' bitch, say sorry, uh

[Chorus: Lil Dijon]
And I waste time
All that I feel inside gets poured out
It's all just a waste
It's all just a waste
I need a sensation
Something to blow me out of proportion
Something to crave
Something to crave