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What a waste of toothpaste Brushing my teeth only to smile in your face Brushing my teeth hoping that you want a taste Brushing my teeth but the regret don't erase luckily I could afford this toothpaste What a waste If I let you get away with the mess that you made If I let you get away with the mess that you made What a waste Why I gotta smile so you comfy? I gotta hate me for you to love me I gotta teach you how to treat me I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy That's way too much for me in addition to everything I do naturally It's a pity motherfuckers think they opinions gon have me adjustin' my actions see That was the old mе caught me slippin' Must've been in 2013 Do the math don't you еver compare I spin on a sphere, they never come near They measure my growth on the gram (Weird) What a waste of the tool in your hand What a waste the jewels Once we date or runnin' errands Don't Glock my pockets bro, I'm coppin' what ya tryna do Letras de cancionesYou the one who needed me Round the clock i'm rollin Call me when you comin thru Coolin' off cucumber food You know you niggas know me Don't act funny when you see me, dude I hope I really hope you get to catch me in a silly mood All these niggas wanna be rockstars Papa, do you even play guitar? I just figured I should be an actor Uh-huh, I'm bout to get an Oscar Mama, mama I gotta keep sellin' the fantasy For a seat, at who table? With the casserole The grapevine tangled up like telephone cords Tellin' all stores the grass ain't greener on they side, nah Whoever said that was high off the pesticides, bruh Look at my lawn, baskin' all the colors round here What a waste of breath What a waste of gettin' this off my chest What a waste of that lotion, thought it was the potion to get a nigga hopin' What a waste of this hairdo, six hours at the salon to impress you What now? I guess i'll play the Beatles, my pussy is drugs, no, no needles Got him knocked out, now he in a fetal Got him knocked out, now he in a fetal If I let you get away with the mess that you made If I let you get away with the mess that you made What a waste, what a waste And if I look the other way And never say a thing And if I look the other way And never say a thing What a waste What a waste I gotta smile so you could be comfy? From Letras Mania