Robin Fresco - Wasted (Demo) Lyrics

Dub pour with no impact
Fruit sides I don't need that
Clear head is not intact
Red eyes on the flight path
And that wrist match
With that bitch glass
Smoke cig packs
While I rip macks
Ain't you know this is all digital
Give and go
Swiping on minimals
Feeling the pressure stack

I've had enough of these hard times
I need a shot, girl, the bar's fine
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Don't give me no-gos, I'm looking to spend

I'm wasted again
Like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I'm facing, now brace in, I'm wasted again

Dub pour with no impact
Fruit sides I don't need that
Clear head is not intact
Red eyes on the flight path
And that wrist match
With that bitch glass
Smoke cig packs
While I rip macks
Ain't you know I'm feeling indigo
In we go, integral that I feel intimate in the lows

Oh god I'm wasted again
The bartender my only friend
Like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Won't be amazed by the end
Itching to get back to bed
Oh god, I'm feeling too bent
(Wavy)
Oh, but you tasting amazing again
(That pussy great)
Like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
(I just ate)
I'm wasted again
Like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Don't get yourself too attached
Don't you know the impact?
I don't want no impasse
I just want some more laughs
I just want some more ass
I'm still stuck in a cast
From the last one, it's bad
But I'm still kicking, why hold off on living?
I'm dipping my toe in to make a splash

Why would I jump in? I'm loving just chilling out under the shade
Girl, it's just f*cking, I'm not your new husband - we don't need no names

The bed getting rowdy, you calling me daddy
I know you got problems with space
You sucking the base
I feel the bass
We shaking the state
I've been all day
(All day motherf*cker)

Oh god, I'm wasted again
Oh god, I'm wasted aga

Dub pour with no impact
Fruit sides I don't need that
Clear head is not intact
Red eyes on the flight path
And that wrist match
With that bitch glass
Smoke cig packs
While I rip macks
Ain't you know this is all digital
Give and go
Swiping on minimal
Feeling the pressure stack