Schoolboy Q - Black Folk lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Schoolboy Q - Black Folk lyrics]
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no
Guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted (Woop, woop)
Wasted, wasted
Living like I'm 'posed to, yeah
I'ma fuck up like I'm 'posed to, yeah
Who knew failure make you better?
My adversities done turned me to a killer, uh
Sabotage, uh, men who washed, uh
Give me cars
Hundred horse, uh, give me yours, uh
Back and forth
Fast life, got the rock, mane
It's a ball game
Cop chain, get a Benzo, it's a black thang
Court case, nigga, shell case
It's a heat wave
Done for, killed the whole flow
No need for encore
I run this, I'd rather gun shit
I'll hit the function
I'm basic, don't wanna chase it
My talent wasted
I knows it, somehow I lost it
The way I folded the black mind is where it
Started 'cause we was chosen
The water is where we crossed it
And got to build it
With dreaming but lost the feeling
We stopped believing in, uh
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no
Guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted (Woop, woop)
Wasted, wasted
Well, I got it, it was great
'Til you know, then you start to hate
You know a fake nigga, his favorite words is
"He fake"
Talking 'bout, "I'll pay you back, " bitch
Do that with your down payment
All that damn hating
I'm better at love making
Tryna stay positive out of negative energy
Nigga, don't play with me
You must think my loyalty slavery, uh
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no
Guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted (Woop, woop)
Wasted, wasted
Living like I'm 'posed to, yeah
I'ma fuck up like I'm 'posed to, yeah
Who knew failure make you better?
My adversities done turned me to a killer, uh
Sabotage, uh, men who washed, uh
Give me cars
Hundred horse, uh, give me yours, uh
Back and forth
Fast life, got the rock, mane
It's a ball game
Cop chain, get a Benzo, it's a black thang
Court case, nigga, shell case
It's a heat wave
Done for, killed the whole flow
No need for encore
I run this, I'd rather gun shit
I'll hit the function
I'm basic, don't wanna chase it
My talent wasted
I knows it, somehow I lost it
The way I folded the black mind is where it
Started 'cause we was chosen
The water is where we crossed it
And got to build it
With dreaming but lost the feeling
We stopped believing in, uh
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no
Guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted (Woop, woop)
Wasted, wasted
Well, I got it, it was great
'Til you know, then you start to hate
You know a fake nigga, his favorite words is
"He fake"
Talking 'bout, "I'll pay you back, " bitch
Do that with your down payment
All that damn hating
I'm better at love making
Tryna stay positive out of negative energy
Nigga, don't play with me
You must think my loyalty slavery, uh
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted wasted, wasted