Waiting all the time on my plug for my bud ugh
Waisting all my time
Doin drugs like it's fun ugh
Hating on me all the time but i could give a f*ck
Wasted all the time
Mother f*ckers come and look
Waistline empty
Cuz id use it on myself ugh
Finger gun tatted on my thigh
Look in my eyes i don't think you could ever be this high
Don't try to talk to me you always seem to lie
Dont f*ckin look at me
I hate attention but i wanna be the center
I just downed 99 shots of 99 now i feel alive
On the dance floor there's gonna be a murder
Bustin out moves till i f*cking die
GO LUCARIO
GO LUCARIO
GO LUCARIO