Waste Away

Sit here and I waste away, I waste away
Sit here and I waste away, waste away
Sit here and I waste away, I need a place to stay
I need to get away from it, holding on to something
I don't know, it's just the highs and lows
I guess I gotta go, I'll meet you in the cold, yeah
Sit here and I waste away, I waste away
Sit here and I waste away, I need a place to stay
I need to get away from it, I'm holding on to something
I don't know, it's just the highs and lows
I guess I gotta go, I'll meet you in the cold
In the cold, yeah, sit here and I waste away

Yeah, aye
Yeah, the days be passing by I'm in the sky I'm fucking floating
I ain't worried about a thing besides my wallet and my wifey
I don't want my wrist icy, just want tats on my body
This a passion not a hobby, getting rich like I'm Roddy
I kill 'em one by one, I count the bodies
Got 'em running back to mommy when they fold like origami
Get a bravo like I'm Johnny, I'm the Clyde to her Bonnie
We rob a fucking bank and count the money in the lobby
And I've been a little sloppy with the music but I do it
Don't confuse it to me losing it
I'm not a lunatic, and I'm intuitive
They treat me like a fugitive, cause I'm behind the bars
That go so hard it should be lucrative
I'm chilling in Havana with cigars and some gratuities, I'm living life in unity
I'm moving through communities with endless opportunities
The quantities are option-less, the void I'm in is bottomless
An action with a consequence, I'm lacking on the confidence