Wastin Time - Rittz, Big K.R.I.T.

Smoking weed and staying high

Partying till late at night

‘Cause all we do is drink

And all we do is smoke

And all we’re doing is wastin' time

High school dropout chapter one

On the way to school smoking massive blunts

My mom was at work, my dad was gone

It felt wrong, after first period we run

Inside the woods, back of Berkmar High on 29

Skipping school made the winter feel like summertime

Getting U’s in every class but fuck if I don’t pass

I don’t plan to graduate I really wanna rhyme

In my cutlass I’m 16 meek leans

And vogues on that rapper shit

Call my mom at work and told her «fuck high school

I ain’t never going back, I quit»

She cried her eyes out, all I did was laugh and click

Hung up on her

What a dick, looking back at it

That was the last thing she need

She would cry herself to sleep every night

‘Cause my dad just left for shit

Maybe this a reason for rebellion

Maybe it’s the reason I’m inhaling

Stealing, doing gas runs, breaking in the vacuum cleaners

Driving stolen cars like a hellion

Smoke another L then trying to act grown

But we was just children, snorting coke, taking acid

Another shotgun to the nose

10 years in a row

High watching time waste and pass us

Smoking weed and staying high

Partying till late at night

‘Cause all we do is drink

And all we do is smoke

And all we’re doing is wastin' time

I know I need to change my life

But it’s hard for me to say goodbye

‘Cause all we do is drink

And all we do is smoke

And all we’re doing is wastin' time

Kids my age done graduate in college

Some married some have some kids

Most of them have credit cards and cars

Or large houses, me I’m on that rapper shit

Which means I don’t got a job

I just have a couple hundred dollars

And a sack and a pack of cigs

Still smoke with the crew but it ain’t fun like it used to be

We got high, we don’t laugh, we bitch about

Shit we don’t got funny enough

Somehow we always got money for drugs

Getting too old to be running for cops

Expired tags drunk driving with a gun in the glove

With no permit turned into a drug addict

Yesterday my dad called and he said that I concerned him

‘Cause I’m pale and i’m frail

When I sitting inside my house with my girlfriend like a hermit

Hurry pull the curtain

Working dead end jobs part time for the extra cash

But it never lasts, and i never had

Any backup plan, broke, running from a driver of a checkered cab

I need to catch a nap but

I’ve been up for 3 days doin meth with my so called better half

‘02 — '05 was a blur, it occurred to me one night, I was in the lab just

Well I was wastin time while I was pacing around

With that MD20/20

Rap game ain’t paying my pockets ain’t banging, my fridgidaire still empty

Ribs are stickin, my mouth is dry, looking for another couch to occupy

Mama like come on baby maybe this ain’t for you

Give another 9 to 5 a try

But I rather sell bootleg movies out of my partner’s hooptie

Bang my music, roll a doobie

Sip some lean, hit the strip

Bang a bitch that probably average

But when she pops a pill she’s a savage

And I was half lit when I smashed it

Woke up at 2 there’s an eighth

Think I’m losing my faith, good Lord ain’t have shit

Eviction notice fuck being focused

I’m overdosin on Jim Beam

Black out then I come to

Like what we sipping on, who got the green

‘Cause I need it

One 55 soaking wet, damn I ain’t eating

It’s a blessing I’m still breathing

‘Cause I was"