Chase Atlantic WASTED

I had a dream, it was so realistic

Woke up in tears with a bottle of whiskey

Overslept once again, if there was sunlight I missed it

Crucified to my bed

Crucified to my bed

I like to sleep 'cause it feels like I'm dead

Blood in my dreams, see vivid scenes full of red, oh

Feels like the devil put a gun to my head

Pulled the trigger but missed

Pulled the trigger but missed me, oh

 

Yeah, that motherfucker missеd me

Now I'm ridin' with the top dropped off

Through the city feelin' goddamn tipsy, yeah

Me and all my demons jumpin' out when he hit the corner left side, yeah

You should see us on our best nights, yeah

We all got vices, mine is

Every single night I roll the dices

 

And now I'm wasted

Can't pick my face off the floor on some GTA shit

She says I've been here before

And she fucking hates me

My life was better before all of this fame hit

I'm fucking wasted, no oh

 

Oh, oh

What a mess

Honestly I think that I'm depressed, yeah

But nonetheless I'ma down another bottle, keep my foot up on their necks, yeah

Tried to go to rehab but I passed out

So I'ma drown my body full of Jamey every single night until I black out

 

Now I'm wasted

Can't pick my face off the floor on some GTA shit

She says I've been here before

And she fucking hates me

My life was better before all of this fame hit

Everyday I'm faded

 

Fuck, I'm wasted

I won't play these games, no, yeah

I just wanna do to make- makes you happy, yeah

Take a motherfucker's whole damn face off

I've been working four years, no days off

I don't wanna wake up in a waste-town

I just wanna see you

I'm fucking

 

But fuck it, now I'm wasted

I'm wasted