[Lyric] Waiting (Lil Juicy P)

[Intro: Shiloh Dynasty]
Tell me why I'm waiting for someone
That couldn't give a fuck about me
No, I wouldn't-

[Chorus: Lil Juicy P & Shiloh Dynasty]
Tell me why I'm waiting for someone
That couldn't give a fuck about me

Taylor bout to fucking flex

[Verse 1: Lil Juicy P]
Like a shadow girl u leave me in the dark
Sick of love, shit gon leave me a mark
Taking meds now I feel like a narc, yeah
I don't really wanna see at night, yeah
Off a perc you know I'll get high, yeah
With the lean imma say goodnight, yeah
Fill the cup, sip it slow, switch the flow
Yeah girl I'm only tryna clear my mind, woah
And you know that I don't feel alright
Cuz nobody ever treat me right
People really wishing that I died
Telling me i should smile, everytime that I'm down
They're the ones who make me cry (yeah)
I don't understand this life (yeah)
I just wish i could rewind, woah

(yeah)
Now go to the radio (Juice WRLD: They call me the radio)

Sipping on lean, high as can be, I don't want feel the pain no more
Feeling alone with my thoughts and my drugs
I'm tired of love

I need a new bitch that gon hold me down
When in my head feel like I'm gonna frown
Crazy life flies and I feel really down
I can't believe that I fell for a clown
Filling my cup but I don't wanna drown
Karmas a bitch and she leave me to drown
Wait till you fall and you feel really down
Nobody there and no one around
Tell me you feel like you were born to drown
Trust me life flies so bitch open your mouth
[Chorus: Lil Juicy P & Shiloh Dynasty]
Tell me why I'm waiting for someone (yeah)
That couldn't give a fuck about me

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
I was in the cut with a AK
Caught a nigga lackin' on the same day
Run up in his trap, that's a vacate, turned his mom house to a danger place
God damn, on my danger zone, fuck your bitch, that's why I'm on my own
President, feel like Obama on
Ks and shit, that's that Osama, woah, ayy
Ayy! They wonder why I rap like this
I'm off the xans, and the Hen, and the gin, damn, they wonder why I act like this, yeah
Why I talk my crap like this, yeah, why I tote my strap like this, yeah
I feel like Santa in Christmas time, three hoes in my lap, like, shit, yeah
Huh, ayy! They call me the radio
I fuck yo' bitch, that's yo' wifey? Well, I call her a crazy ho
I got a black bitch, a white bitch, a black bitch, I call that a Oreo
I see the future like a fortune teller, they call me a oracle
I feel like Jesus [?] fuck all life miracles