Wasted from Dooda by Matty Frank

Trapped inside my truck
On a Saturday
Traffic just my luck
It happens every day
Next to a city bus
Oh that could never be me

Honk at the girls on the sidewalk
It works every time
When me and my girl talk
We cross every line

I shan’t share my feelings
Lest I feminize

Play by the rules of the fraternity lawn
Fear of my father
And a fear of god

Blast my old man’s music so I’ll never need the time to make
My own thoughts

Oh I Love it
Funny how it’s called being wasted
When that’s my best spent time oh I could
Face it
But then I’d have to empathize

Oh I Love it
Funny how it’s called being wasted
When that’s my best spent time oh I could
Face it
But then I’d have to empathize

Freeway Frankie
Frankly I don’t give a damn
Guzzling diesel like a meal
Encephalogram

Showing the rot
But I’m feeling the ulterior
Costs a fortune to
Feel so superior

Why do you ask me what I’m passionate about?
Buy and sell another house
Keep another family out I

Yeah I got some friends
They all look just like me
What’s the crime?

Play by the rules of the fraternity lawn
Fear of my father
It’s healthy to fear god
Not my intention to offend cuz I don’t have to try
What are you doing showing up in my prewritten life?

Oh I Love it
Funny how it’s called being wasted
When that’s my best spent time oh I could
Face it
But then I’d have to empathize

Oh delusion
I don’t mean to cause no confusion
Words are like guns
So I should use them
I make nothing but it’s mine

Oh I Love it
Funny how it’s called being wasted
When that’s my best spent time oh I could
Face it
But then I’d have to empathize

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