WASTED TIMES by Blaze Audio Lyrics
[Verse 1: Eminem]
There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar
And have it overflowing
So don't get me going: don't dare start
You'll never see me again: Amelia Earhart
I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up
Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck
Tightly-wound as fuck
'Til the Fire Marshalls come shut
Fire Marshall down and up
I suggest you better shut the fuck up
And stop fucking around and duck!
I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood
So to say I "keep it 100" would probably sound redundant
Like calling a bitch a ho or asking a gal to suck
And blow on your dick cock. Is she up to screwing? Down to fuck?
It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut
With a thousand sluts strapped and muzzled
Running through a house of mutts
In other words, I'm shutting every one of you bitches' mouths up
And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt!
[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
Remember when I had a dream I pull up in the 6?
Remember when they said Young Posty wasn't gon' be shit?
Remember I was starving, hungry? Ain't no way to live
Shit, everything is different now
[Chorus: Post Malone]
When I step up on stage, this shit go up
Yeah, I blow a bitch brain when we show up
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us
Seem like every damn night that we pour up
All these bands right now, I’ma blow 'em
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us, yeah
[Verse 2: Mike Shinoda]
Yeah, and to each his own
Hatin' ain’t something that we condone
'Cause the way I flip when the beat come on
Gonna pop that shit 'til your speakers blown
And y'all wanna cop a plea
Who you gon' talk to? Not to me
Because the chain of command work properly
You gotta earn a few stripes 'til you talk to me
Word to Pusha, word to Vice
Built a track once and killed it twice
Built a stage up and killed the lights
Opening act was like "Fuck my life"
Y'all can love it, ain’t nothing wrong
Forget the hatin' that y'all be on
Enjoy it now because after long
Keyser Söze, I'll be gone
[Chorus: Post Malone]
When I step up on stage, this shit go up
Yeah, I blow a bitch brain when we show up
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us
Seem like every damn night that we pour up
All these bands right now, I’ma blow 'em
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us, yeah
[Verse 3: Eminem]
And ain't shit changed, my shit still don't stink, player
My farts may have gotten staler ever since
I became a trailer park celebrity
Maybe my complexion became a little paler
Poster child for white trash
I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah
See me I'm all up on your bitch means I'ma rape her
All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler
So bitch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up
I don't subscribe to the News or the Free Press
But homie, I get the paper!
[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
Remember when I had a dream I pull up in the 6?
Remember when they said Young Posty wasn't gon' be shit?
Remember I was starving, hungry? Ain't no way to live
Shit, everything is different now
[Chorus: Post Malone]
When I step up on stage, this shit go up
Yeah, I blow a bitch brain when we show up
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us
Seem like every damn night that we pour up
All these bands right now, I’ma blow 'em
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us, yeah
There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar
And have it overflowing
So don't get me going: don't dare start
You'll never see me again: Amelia Earhart
I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up
Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck
Tightly-wound as fuck
'Til the Fire Marshalls come shut
Fire Marshall down and up
I suggest you better shut the fuck up
And stop fucking around and duck!
I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood
So to say I "keep it 100" would probably sound redundant
Like calling a bitch a ho or asking a gal to suck
And blow on your dick cock. Is she up to screwing? Down to fuck?
It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut
With a thousand sluts strapped and muzzled
Running through a house of mutts
In other words, I'm shutting every one of you bitches' mouths up
And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt!
[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
Remember when I had a dream I pull up in the 6?
Remember when they said Young Posty wasn't gon' be shit?
Remember I was starving, hungry? Ain't no way to live
Shit, everything is different now
[Chorus: Post Malone]
When I step up on stage, this shit go up
Yeah, I blow a bitch brain when we show up
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us
Seem like every damn night that we pour up
All these bands right now, I’ma blow 'em
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us, yeah
[Verse 2: Mike Shinoda]
Yeah, and to each his own
Hatin' ain’t something that we condone
'Cause the way I flip when the beat come on
Gonna pop that shit 'til your speakers blown
And y'all wanna cop a plea
Who you gon' talk to? Not to me
Because the chain of command work properly
You gotta earn a few stripes 'til you talk to me
Word to Pusha, word to Vice
Built a track once and killed it twice
Built a stage up and killed the lights
Opening act was like "Fuck my life"
Y'all can love it, ain’t nothing wrong
Forget the hatin' that y'all be on
Enjoy it now because after long
Keyser Söze, I'll be gone
[Chorus: Post Malone]
When I step up on stage, this shit go up
Yeah, I blow a bitch brain when we show up
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us
Seem like every damn night that we pour up
All these bands right now, I’ma blow 'em
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us, yeah
[Verse 3: Eminem]
And ain't shit changed, my shit still don't stink, player
My farts may have gotten staler ever since
I became a trailer park celebrity
Maybe my complexion became a little paler
Poster child for white trash
I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah
See me I'm all up on your bitch means I'ma rape her
All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler
So bitch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up
I don't subscribe to the News or the Free Press
But homie, I get the paper!
[Pre-Chorus: Post Malone]
Remember when I had a dream I pull up in the 6?
Remember when they said Young Posty wasn't gon' be shit?
Remember I was starving, hungry? Ain't no way to live
Shit, everything is different now
[Chorus: Post Malone]
When I step up on stage, this shit go up
Yeah, I blow a bitch brain when we show up
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us
Seem like every damn night that we pour up
All these bands right now, I’ma blow 'em
Yeah, bitch the whole squad on the glow up
I remember we was nothin’, now they know us, yeah