Chase Atlantic — WASTED

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I had a dream, it was so realistic
Woke up in tears with a bottle of whisky
Overslept once again, if there was sunlight I missed it
Crucified to my bed
Crucified to my bed
I like to sleep because it feels like I’m dead
Blood in my dreams, see vivid scenes full of red, oh
Feels like the devil put a gun to my head
Pulled on the trigger but missed
Pulled the trigger but missed me, oh

Yeah, that motherfucker missed me
Now I’m riding with the top dropped off
Through the city feeling goddamn tipsy, yeah
Me and all my demons jumping down when we hit the corner on the left side, yeah
You should see us on our best nights, yeah
We all got vices, mine is
Every single night I roll the dices

And now I’m wasted
Can’t pick my face off the floor on some GTA shit
She says I’ve been here before
And she fucking hates me
My life was better before
All of this fame hit
I’m fucking wasted, no

Oh, oh
What a mess
Honestly I think that I’m depressed, yeah
But nonetheless, I’ma open up another bottle keep my foot up on their necks, yeah
Tried to go to rehab but I passed out
So I’ma drown my body full of Jimmy every single night until I black out

I’m wasted
Can’t pick my face off the floor o some GTA shit
She says I’ve been here before
And she fucking hates me
My life was better before
All of this fame hit
Every day I’m faded (fuck)

I’m wasted
I won’t play these games, yeah
I just wanna do what make, what makes you happy, yeah
Take a motherfuckin’ whole damn face off
I’ve been waiting for away, I’m days off
I don’t wanna wake up in a waste-town
I don’t wanna sleep, yeah
I’m fucking

I’m wasted
I’m wasted