(Yo, you're mad wasted) (What you mean?) (You're definitely wasted) (Nah) (Yeah, you're faded) (Are you good?) (Are you laying on your back?) (Yes) (Bro, lay on your side) (Okay) (Alright, love you) I ain't had no meals today I don't really really wanna feel today I can't help but feel betrayed My feels invade And they make a nigga question what's real or fake Goddamn, tired of uncertainty There's worse beliefs than saying fuck courtesy When winning my mission, I'm moving with urgency And if a nigga take a dub I'll pull a burglary Shawty, I loved you, that's certainly But we was young, shit was never ending perfectly And I know that shit burn, hits third degree You can still hit my line in emergencies But I'm busy chasing cheddar, chicken, currency So, imma focus on me Got no feelings Stumble like a zombie all week, heh So leave your message at the beep