Waste

Head high torn
 Time is of the essence but wait
 Know your place
 Emaciate poise
 Fade in the noise
 Is it the voice?
 Sinning and my head spinning, can you
 Pick up the slack, fold it back down?
 Giving it high scores
 Taking it all, all in
 Pushing it back home
 Nothing to win, win?
 You're running to sin, sin
 Letting me crawl, pick them all up
 In my hand
 Made to maintain the brain remains the same
 Blood rush, uppercut
 Side of the road to your mind
 Looking up
 Man, body wind
 Why does he know my name?
 Maybe you can stay a while
 City straits high, high, high, high, high
 Up high
 Girl, what's that sound?
 Look at you
 Look at me
 Look at you
 Heavy sippin'
 Higher, too real
 It's not the same
 Close, better shake that waist
 In this place, comes one thing
 Turn it up high, high, high
 For a long, a long
 From the feeling, and I'm
 Kinda fucked up
 Can't take the
 And you're sleeping while trippin'
 These hits, sniff these
 Got you puffing these, got you puffing these
 Giving it high scores
 Take it all in
 Pushin' it back right home
 Wit' nothin' to win
 You're runnin' to sin
 All up
 Fuckin' them up
 Pray for the main
 Hey Rain, looking up
 Hey, hey