Wasted Youth Jack Harlow (Ft. Shloob)

[Intro]
Ayy, you got me fucked up if you think I'ma fuck up this time, alright
It's the kid, come on, ayy

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
I rock the tan cargos with the velcro seams
I can't feel the vibration when my cell phone ring
I like to watch them split the swisher, make the 'rillo bleed
I know that Sunny keep a pound inside the L.L. Bean
And this that wasted youth, killing time
Say the truth, feel the vibe
Baby let me bring you 'round my friends, yeah, they the purest
I might act a little different that's just 'cause they give me courage
When I need it
I mean I'm joking but I'm not
Yeah the story of my life, said I play too fucking much
And I say that way too much, guess that still don't justify it
But I been that way forever, I don't feel like even trying to change
She the one I'm tryna' be real with
But this that tick-tock, she ain't got no time for my feelings
I need a pit stop every time I ride with my villains
They up in Big Rock blowing smoke inside the pavilion, you know

[Chorus: Jack Harlow]
Wasted youth, killing time
Say the truth, feel the vibe
Wasted youth
Wasted youth
Wasted youth
Wasted youth