"Wasted" lyrics

Used to be a loser
Needed me a little tune up
Tell them motherfuckers move out my way
Mr Complicated
Ever since he got the Cadence
They could never try to get on my case

Mmmm I think I'm

Wasted off my own supply
I'm way too fly
But I know to swing low
That's just the way I survive
Up in the sky
When I look below

I always thought I'd play the six strings
Fingertips started craving ivory
Visions live amidst the loose leaf
I fill the tank by switching to the news feed
Dealing with a couple groupies
Spitting fiction acting like they knew me
And these dudes that used to push right through me
You run your mouth and you might catch a two piece

Okay
This room ain't got space for me
My head's too big for this place
Oh I'm no Jesus
It's like a fever

Mmmm I think I'm

Wasted off my own supply
I'm way too fly
But I know to swing low
That's just the way I survive
Up in the sky
When I look below

Wasted off my own supply...