Wasted In Paris lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, oh

[Verse 1]
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 f*ckin' tired to be waiting on this checked bag
I'm sad as f*ck, I want to go home
Turn the motherf*cking 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 f*cking camera is

[Bridge]
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)
[Verse 2]
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' sh*t
It's Charlie Sheen up in this b*tch with a clean di*k
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 f*cked with me
I just wish you would've stuck with me
But I guess I get it, I don't even motherf*cking f*ck with me
I'm smoking weed in abundancy until I'm stuck
Tell me that you miss me, but only when you're f*cked 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, f*ck a fake friend, that's an enemy
I made a couple songs and now I'm f*cking 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 f*ck that
We drown in alcohol and no one brought the life raft
Holiday in Paris, f*ck depression, time to fight back