Wasted – Jakob Magnus & Gavin Magnus

You got me wasted
You got me wasted
You got me wasted (wasted)
Cryin’ over you, baby I’ve been stressin’ (stressin’)
I’ve been trying to vibe with you
Give you all my blessing (blessing)
But you keep denying
What’s wrong with you darling?
You ain’t doing me right, come through let’s talk
Don’t keep me waiting, your body I’m craving
Keep my heart racing (ooh, ooh)

Yeah I gotta confession
Dropping on a road to you
Feeling like a fool, don’t blame me
You know that I’m a fan of you and all above
Your presence (presence)
Nothing that I could do, swimming in the pool
We’re resent (resent, oh) stressing

So distant from you baby
But I’ll be fine, I just keep it rolling, keep it rolling high
Rather not having you than fucking on my mind (oh, oh)

Get me out of this hole (hole)
No, right now
I just want you to know, girl (girl), girl (girl)
I’ll be better without

Yeah I, gotta confession, dropping on a road to you
Feeling like a fool, don’t blame me
You know that I’m a fan of you and all above
Your presence (presence)
Nothing that I could do, swimming in the pool
We’re resent (resent, oh) stressing
Yeah I, gotta confession
Feeling like a fool, don’t blame me
You know that I’m a fan of you and all above, your presence

Get me out of this hole (no)
Right now (right now)
I just want you to know, girl, girl
I’ll be better without

I’ll be better without you
Sick to my stomach, you driving me crazy
I know that you love it
On this blanket, I know me
You a psycho bitch
Go through my phone you ain’t find nothing
And I swear this shit feel like apocalypse
Cause everything goes cold (cold)
And your happy that I’m broke
Now I can’t control myself
I feel like bleeding out
Your kisses are breathing out
Ten shots I’m giving up (I’m giving up)
Ten shots I’m giving up (I’m giving up)

Yeah I, gotta confession
Dropping on a road to you
Feeling like a fool, don’t blame me
Know that I’m a fan of you and all above
Your presence (presence)
Nothing that I could do swimming in the pool
We’re resent (oh) stressing
Yeah I, gotta confession
Dropping on a road to you
Feeling like a fool, don’t blame me
Know that I’m a fan of you and all above
Your presence (presence)
(Oh) get me out of this hole (no) right now