Waste - Arca

Hey, hard song

It’s almost at the

But now your place, administrate

Take in the noise

Inject the

Sittin' in my head spinnin'

Yeah, he picked up the slack

Fold if you back down

Giving it assholes

Taking it all, all in

Pushing it back home

Nothin' to win, win

You’re runnin' the

Take me

And put another wall up

With my hand

to blame, I hate to say

Blood rush up my crack, the tighter the rope

rain, looking up

Mayne

Why does he know my name?

But you can stay a while

City straits high, high high, high high

Oh high

Now, what’s that sound?

Look at you

Look at me

Look at you

Heavy sippin'

Higher, too real

It’s not the same

Close, better shake that waist

In this place, comes one thing

Turn it up high, high, high

For a long, a long

From the feeling, and I’m

Kinda fucked up

Can’t take the

And you’re sleeping while trippin'

These hits, sniff these

Got you puffing these, got you puffing these

Giving it assholes

Take it all in

Pushin' it back right home

Wit' nothin' to win

You’re runnin' the

Hey, hey