Wasting Time (Original) lyrics
by Pi’erre Bourne
[Intro]
Come back
Co-
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Stop f*ckin' around
Have to stop f*ckin' around
Ay, damn
[Chorus]
I keep wasting my time
I've been losing this game
She don't wanna get out
But she cannot remain
She told everybody she stayin' at my house
I want her to know my real name
I have to stop f*ckin' around
This money for you was a good trade
[Post-Chorus]
The grass ain't greener on the other side (Other side)
Girl, you know it's purple at my place (In my place, yeah)
I hate when I pour these feelings out (Feelings out, yeah)
And later you just throw it in my facе (In my face)
The grass ain't greener on thе other side (Other side)
Girl, you know it's purple at my place (In my place, yeah)
I hate when I pour these feelings out (Feelings out, yeah)
And later you just throw it in my face (In my face)
The grass ain't greener on the other side (Other side)
Girl, you know it's purple at my place (In my place, yeah)
I hate when I pour these feelings out (Feelings out, yeah)
And later you just throw it in my face (In my face)
[Verse]
This b*tch barking
She just want a Superman to save her ass from her apartment
Girl, you know I'm regular, like I'm Clark Kent
Shawty say I'm fire, like an arson
Tryna take her out, yeah, instead of arguin' (Oh)
Baby left the house, yeah, before we start again (Oh)
Uh, baby, hey
I know I'm driving you crazy, hey
I know what them b*tches been sayin'
I know that you been complainin', bout leavin'
That you rather be taken than makin'
Yeah, I come home and everything vacant
Yeah, you stopped goin' [?] lot of sh*t crazy
Yeah, I pray for the bad vibes to go away
Didn't know you wanna be included
When I'm counting up, she don't feel included
I can't trust you, I only trust my music
And she feel some type of way, like a sore loser
[Chorus]
I keep wasting my time
I've been losing this game
She don't wanna get out
But she cannot remain
She told everybody she stayin' at my house
I want her to know my real name
I have to stop f*ckin' around
This money for you was a good trade
[Outro]
If i drop my blunt, it's not you
Had to [?] she could choose
She been givin' too much head, she confused
I dream of you
To me
Come back
I dream of you all the time
So come back
To me (Come back)
Come back (Come back)
To me