ScHoolboy Q delves into themes of resilience, societal expectations, and the struggles inherent in his community. The repeated refrain "wasted" signifies both a literal and metaphorical sense of squandered potential and opportunities, exacerbated by systemic issues. The artist reflects on the paradox of failure leading to personal growth, while simultaneously criticizing the superficial values placed on material wealth ("bread," "guap," "fetti," "cake"). He laments how external pressures have led to a loss of cultural identity and diminished aspirations among black individuals. The narrative underscores the tension between maintaining authenticity and succumbing to negative influences, emphasizing that true progress is hindered by pervasive negativity and betrayal. Ultimately, ScHoolboy Q's lyrics serve as a critique of societal constructs that undermine genuine success and self-worth within marginalized communities.
Black Folk
Lyrics
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted (Ooh ooh), wasted, wasted
Living like I'm 'posed to, yeah
I'ma fuck up like I'm 'posed to, yeah
Who knew failure make you better? (Better)
My adversities done turned me to a killer (Uh)
Sabotage, uh, men who washed, uh, give me cars
Hundred whores (Uh), gimme yours (Uh), back and forth
Fast life, got the rock mane, it's a ball game
Copped chain, get a Benzo, it's a black thang
Court case, nigga shell case, it's a heat wave
Done for, took the whole flow, no need for encore
I run this, I rather gun shit, or hit the function
I'm basic, don't wanna chase it, my talent wasted
I know this, somehow I lost it, the way I fold it
The black mind is where it started 'cause we was chosen
The water is where we crossed it and got to building
With dreaming but lost the feeling, we stopped believing
And uh
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake
Get the fuck up out my face, what you say?
Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted (Ooh ooh), wasted, wasted
When I got it, it was great
'Til you know, then you start to hate
You know a fake nigga, his favorite words is "he fake"
Talking 'bout I'll pay you back, bitch, do that with your down payment
All that damn hating, I'm better at love making
Tryna stay positive out of negative energy
Nigga don't play with me
You must think my loyalty slavery, uh
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Writer(s): Dacoury Natche, Jacob Dutton, Quincey Hanley
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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