Juco Law, Breana Marin - Waste Lyrics

I can't control the world around me getting colder
Plus, I got enemies over my shoulder
I'm just grateful for another day, another chance
And I won't let it go to waste
I can't control the world around me getting colder
Plus, I got enemies over my shoulder
I'm just grateful for another day, another chance
And I won't let it go to waste

Can anybody hear me honey
He been runnin' in the haunted building from the killer for the thrill of it
Is still among us
Feel the hunger fill my cup 
Until it almost spilling
All the milk is on 'em 
Melanoma failing all the children
Paranormals in the portal, they're immortal
Can't afford to mix 'em up with any normal Yanny-Laurel
Can he borrow, can he barter
If he doesn't many more'll
Dizzy 'til they get some water
Hell is open, yall just film and tellin' jokes
Like, is He comin'
Busy snuffin' anybody different from you
Quick to up the ante
'Cause ya' tipsy from the spirit, buzzing 
Tears are runnin' down ya' cheeks
Well fancy that
You've really come so far and now you feelin' punished
I don't mean to rub it in, it's just that it's a bit ironic
Supersonic, free-masonic
Makin' such a ruckus,
But you never heard the trumpets past the Trump
So pass the blunt and let's just lump it in
With nothing we can push to change it much
So take a puff, a revelation coming
Still rebelling
The doctrines of the devil so seductive
Ignorantly self-destructive
Got me sick down my stomach
How I wish that I could stop it, but I can't
Walking down the block, humming to myself

I can't control the world around me getting colder
Plus, I got enemies over my shoulder
I'm just grateful for another day, another chance
And I won't let it go to waste
I can't control the world around me getting colder
Plus, I got enemies over my shoulder
I'm just grateful for another day, another chance
And I won't let it go to waste

Am I not a cliché
Analyzing all conspiracies to be safe
All I need is a dashiki and a briefcase
Meet me in the Congo
'Cause I'm paranoid, they watching all my convos undercover 
'Cause I been a topic
If they got a list, I'm at the top
I been the subject of the gossip periodically
I wonder how they see enough to comment 
But they never see it coming
'Cause you wear the same suit inside the office and the coffin
Something funky with that logic ain't it
But I'm the only one who seem to contemplate it
We seen some stranger things and yet you think it's unrelated
I wasted so much time so now I'm trynna make it up
Which made me isolated 
You can call me coo-coo, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong
You can call me Kunta, but that doesn't make me yours
Been a slave since this morning, still be one tomorrow 
Might as well wear a jumpsuit in orange
Orange you glad I'm so bananas