Wasted (Remix)

(album: Infidelity In The Throne Room - 2012)

I'm going in
I know I left a mess but I will sort it when I'm back around
And cultured from my travels and I care again
I got a message in the bottle so I pour it in and mix it in the cool cup I'm tryna drown my sorrows in
I take them out, then order in
Leave 'em open minded, shoot 'em in the head
I want a cribbo in the hills, two level split
I want a model doing yoga, watch 'em do the splits
We're tryna eat gourmet before we bite the dust
I heard that Bob's your uncle and that I should never trust him
And everyone that's on my team believes that money's evil
So I feel like the devil leading blind people

All that glitters isn't gold, put your shades on
And do your best to think about the score when the game's on
I'd never let them walk a mile in mine, they'd prolly take 'em home
I'm burning one for every mile, milestone
I heard they started acting weird, I tell 'em "break a leg"
And if they all start acting crazy, tell my dude to break their leg
I saw a psychic in Tibet when we all used to travel
She said I'm living on the edge and I have good balance
I said I'm looking for what's real and asked if I would find it
She said my heart's closed, I said I'm open-minded
I'm too high, Imma have to catch a flight back
I swam through the bullshit, they drowning in the white caps

Y'all aren't soldiers, you're fucking Colonel Sanders
And we're all okily-dokily bitch, Ned Flanders
Hello hater in the polo with the alligator on it, y'all are lost in foreign waters and my team is like piranhas
In a room full of sharks, pick your jaws up
Everybody wanna be a dawg till they paws up
I'm no gangster, thank the way they brought me up
Cause I'd shoot 'em down, before they shot me up
Smoking blunts with the patio door closed
Ceiling high like my hardwood floors smoke
Nothing lasts forever
Let time tell
And if you married to the pussy I got wives tails

I'm not deaf but I will definitely defeat you
Two legs, but I run it like three shoes
I really do this, they rapping for some free booze
Sudden death and I'm alive, 3-2
And I really wanna be there when they die
But I got previous engagements that I'm really gonna try to make
Time for, like getting money times four
Yelling out "shotgun!" and we don't mean the side door

I'm in the club, double fisting
Smoking fatties, Peter Griffin
You ain't a family guy, your family is all missing
I guarantee you'll get it like I peaked at your presents
My girl gorgeous, yours are horrid
Nevermind, that's not important
My bears leave you in the forest like you ate our fucking porridge
They got pussy on their mind and I just think outside the box
I am trying to decide if I'm happy with what I got

Uh, leave 'em in the pool, uh I hope they got their Crocs
Come and see what I have in store for you, I hope you like the shot
Uh, people calling but their numbers all restricted
All homies think they knew it, this is just what they predicted
Punch drunk on prom night, super early
I took 'em all to the temple, surely
Yeah, can you dig it like the ground soft?
I can't hear those haters like I'm watching with the sound off

Mr. Mizzy Mac
White Peaks is the empire
And we're all spitting flames, call that friendly fire
Crystal ball money, yeah I'm looking into it
So above your heads and so under the influence
Fuck, you guys are really weak
Seven day swag on wheelchair haters without a leg to stand on
Bus' 'em in the head, call that public transportation
You can't see my vision, final destination

I heard that life is a beach, I'm collecting shells
Press one up against your head and hear the sea sounds
Read between the lines like there's blow on the magazines
They have stars in their eyes and I'm a galaxy
The money and the action and the fashion is attracting me
I tried to make 'em happy but everyone is always mad at me
Worshipping the devil, silver crosses on their necklace
Money can't buy Heaven but it's a damn good investment