Zachary Hill - Wasted lyrics

I’m wasted but I’m not trippin' balls
Nor did I drink liquor like malt
I think I’m trippin' on salt
I’m smokin' that Snoop Dogg pack
The blunt is as big as my hand
My bitch called, and I meant to call back
But I was too busy getting illegal contraband
Oh, sorry, your girl texted
I don’t mean to be flexin'
But me and her is something I never expected
I’m surprised I didn’t get rejected
Now she got my penis erected
Give me a few, I’ll call back
She gotta lick every square
Inch of my ballsack
You should call me Superman
The way that I’ll rescue you too bad, I OD’d
And I can’t barе you like Smokey
Take it еasy, drive slowly
Or like Matilda, I’ll put you in my chokey
I think I’m high, lowkey
I’m not a dwarf but I am dopey
Raw dawgin' like I’m Tuff Puppy
Yo bitch made cake and that shit’s yummy
I can’t make enough money
I gotta get that up, not my funny
I am so crazy
I’ll fuck any bitch named Stacy uhh, maybe
I should do a collab with Yung Gravy
I’m wasted i’m almost gone
I’m finna trip the fuck out
And spaz out on any track I hop on
Like a rabbit eating pancakes (Get it?)
I got the butter, now it’s time to spread it
Anything you can do: I already did it
Everything that can be said:
I already said it