CHILL HIP-HOP TYPE TRACK....THIS IS A GENERATION OF WASTED YOUTH.
hip hop
chill
california
youth
femcee
sinima
wasted
baretta
bette
Lyrics
“WASTED YOUTH”
Lyrics By: Jessica Transou
Production By: Sinima Beats (Paradise)
CHORUS (@ 0:10 SECONDS)
FUCK LIFE WHEN THE LIQUORS HARD
RED CUPS OF ANGST, LINE THE BOULEVARDS...
IN CITIES OF THE VAIN, WE’RE SHOOTING STARS...
WE WISH FOR BASS, SLAM DANCE WITH FATE, AS THE NEEDLE DROPS
PIPE DREAMS, LACE THE CLOUDS
OF A DESIGNER STRAIN, OUR LUNGS PUMP OUT...
LOADED ON A PLANE, BABY, RED EYE BOUND...
MINDS ON VACAY, STOW BAGGAGE AWAY, & CARRY ON NOW
VERSE ONE
(@ 0:32 SECONDS)
KID’S FROM THE WOMB OF THE SUNSET STRIP, WE...
TIP THE MOON, TO WATCH THE SUNSET, STRIP, EACH...
SOUR NOTE, AS HEART STRINGS SCALE WHITE KEYS...
IN VOLUMES, OF MUTED BLUES, AS NEON SCREAMS...
PAINT THE ROOM, IN BITTER TRUTHS, OF WE SWEET NOTHINGS...
HIT ME, BABY, ONE MORE TIME...
TRACK DOWN HIGHS, MENTAL LAPSE TURN OUT INFINITE...
CAST OUT TO TIDES, BAD FISH, GO ON SWIMMING IN...
COSMIC SALOONS, JIM’S ONLY BURN YOUR INNOCENCE...
WEIGHT THAT YOU LOSE, MAKING SOCIAL CIRCLES FIT...
DRAGONS CHASE FUMES, RUN UP TABS, AT A FOIL SPRINT...
HIT ME, BABY, ONE MORE TIME
LET’S GET FUCKING WILD, BABY, LET’S JUST LOSE CONTROL...
FIND OUR SILVER LINING, IN THE RESIN OF THE BOWL...
PEDAL TO THE METAL, TURN ON HAZARDS AS WE ROLL...
IF YOU METTLE IN WHAT’S PEDDLED, THE WILL TO TIRE SLOWS...
CHORUS (@ 1:14)
FUCK LIFE WHEN THE LIQUORS HARD
RED CUPS OF ANGST, LINE THE BOULEVARDS...
IN CITIES OF THE VAIN, WE’RE SHOOTING STARS...
WE WISH FOR BASS, SLAM DANCE WITH FATE, AS THE NEEDLE DROPS
PIPE DREAMS, LACE THE CLOUDS
OF A DESIGNER STRAIN, OUR LUNGS PUMP OUT...
LOADED ON A PLANE, BABY, RED EYE BOUND...
MINDS ON VACAY, STOW BAGGAGE AWAY, & CARRY ON NOW
VERSE TWO
(@ 1:36)
LIVE TOO MUCH TO DIE, PACKED FOR ETERNITY...
UNLOAD US IN THE SKY, BLOWING OUT THE SMOKE SCREENS...
CHOKE ON YOUR DISGUISE, AND EXHALE THE CITY TREES...
SNORT UP THE SKYLINE, OFF BUILDINGS OF MEMORIES...
POURING OUT OUR MINDS, BREWED PROOF IS 40 WINKS...
BABY, COME ON, LIGHT MY FIRE
SHOTS OF THE TRUTH RING, AS LAST CALL HAS ARRIVED ...
REALITY DIVORCING ME, WEED ELOPES WITH TIME...
FANTASY OF OLD FLAME, JOG MEMORIES FOR MILES...
CAUTERIZE BRAIN STEM, AND BOUQUETS OF THE TWINE...
ORIONS BELTED TRACKS, MAR MY PLANETARY HIGH...
BABY, COME ON, LIGHT MY FIRE
PARTING FROM A WHITE ROOM, DOCTORS AND MEDICS...
PARTIED WITH SPRITE BREWED, DOCTURED WITH MEDS ITS...
DANCING ALL NIGHT, TO A CONCERT OF MADNESS...
IN THIS HOUSE OF CARDS, BABY, WE ARE THE ATTICS...
CHORUS (@ 2:18)
FUCK LIFE WHEN THE LIQUORS HARD
RED CUPS OF ANGST, LINE THE BOULEVARDS...
IN CITIES OF THE VAIN, WE’RE SHOOTING STARS...
WE WISH FOR BASS, SLAM DANCE WITH FATE, AS THE NEEDLE DROPS
PIPE DREAMS, LACE THE CLOUDS
OF A DESIGNER STRAIN, OUR LUNGS PUMP OUT...
LOADED ON A PLANE, BABY, RED EYE BOUND...
MINDS ON VACAY, STOW BAGGAGE AWAY, & CARRY ON NOW
BRIDGE (@2:39)
WASTED YOUTHS, WE SALVAGE HEARTS...
MISPLACED TRUTHS, AND RECYCLED THOUGHTS...
FOUND BANDAGED, AND BRUISED, WE BARE OUR ARMS...
BRANDISH AND SHOOT, THESE FALLEN STARS..
ROSE GLASSES FULL, OF PUNCH DRUNK LOVE...
TOAST FIFTHS OF GOOSE, MAKE OUR LIVERS LUNCH
MORALS ARE LOOSE, THROWN IN SOLO CUPS
AS TRASHY VIEWS LITTER SOBER TONGUES...
CHORUS (@ 3:01)
YOUNG, DRUNK, GOING HARD...
RED CUPS OF ANGST, LINE THE BOULEVARD...
IN CITIES OF THE VAIN, WE’RE SHOOTING STARS...
WE WISH FOR BASS, SLAM DANCE WITH FATE, AS THE NEEDLE DROPS
PIPE DREAMS TURN TO CLOUDS...
OF A DESIGNER STRAIN, OUR LUNGS PUMP OUT...
LOADED ON A PLANE, BABY, RED EYE BOUND...
MINDS ON VACAY, STOW BAGGAGE AWAY, & CARRY ON NOW