Lil Xtra - Wasted In Paris lyrics

Yeah, oh

Yo, I'm sick of this life
The way I never do anything right
The way that everything I love is just a
Waste of my time
Like I'm cursed to earn everything
I've ever deserved
I see the way that you hangin'
On my every word,  word
That's pretty cool, I guess
Not one to protest money in my pocket or the
Jealously of old friends
Oh, man, setbacks piled onto jet lag
I'm too fuckin' tired to be
Waiting on this checked bag
I'm sad as fuck, I want to go home
Turn the motherfucking lights out
And get stoned
I just want to be alone with my thoughts
Oh, my God, no I don't
Break away the facade
Said I would, but I won't
Goddamn it, I'm panicking, I can't stand it
I can't breathe, can't leave
Can't handle it, yeah
And when I die, leave a candle lit
'Til then, you'll find me wherever the
Fucking camera is

I said I'd come through
But you know I'm not
Got a lot to do, now this music's all I got
Her friend can come too
Treat me like the Marriott
Blindfold the thot up in my room
That's a bird box (Ayy)

That's absurd talk
Bringing up the obstacles
Too short-sighted to be seein'
Through my optical
Smooth sailin' like it's nautical
I took the audible the money on the way now
Happiness is optional
And like the prodigal, I'm coming back
No, I won't listen to your homie, man
Your homie's wack
I need a kickback and a lime 'Rona, stat
Show up in designer asking
"Where the marijuana at?" yeah
Full send, feeling regal, time to sin again
Post legal, coke evil, but we winnin' shit
It's Charlie Sheen up in this
Bitch with a clean dick
Got it tested, she impressed, so we get it in
And I can hear her heart
Sing with every single scream
Went and fell in love the first
Time that she fucked with me
I just wish you would've stuck with me
But I guess I get it
I don't even motherfucking fuck with me
I'm smoking weed in abundancy
Until I'm stuck tell me that you miss me
But only when you're fucked up
The bad luck came and hit
Me like a Mack truck
Nothing like the fall from number
One to the runner-up i'm tryna live life
Tryna make some memories
Far too focused to be focusin' on mini-mes
Yeah, fuck a fake friend, that's an enemy
I made a couple songs and now
I'm fucking up the industry
How I got here's a mystery to most of you
A microphone and hard work, yeah
Look what I'ma do
I feel the jealously is welling
Up inside of you
But honestly, that's the best part for me
I'm coming through
Y'all boring, I'm snoring, man
Where the party at? Normally I isolate
Tonight I'm saying fuck that
We drown in alcohol and no
One brought the life raft
Holiday in Paris, fuck depression
Time to fight back