Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Waste, artista - MadeByMagicData di rilascio: 16.03.2019
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Waste |
| Spent all that money |
| Now you lost your cool |
| Spilt all the liquor |
| Even lost one of your shoes |
| Before the sunrise on you, oh |
| Whatever you do |
| Just don’t let that high go to waste |
| (No don’t let your time go to waste) |
| When you let your mind go to waste |
| (Sipping) Cheap wine or champagne |
| (Smoking) that Thai or that Haze |
| Either way |
| Just don’t let that high go to waste |
| AFRONAUT ZU — FIRST VERSE |
| After I fall I must I rise |
| I never miss a trip |
| Nothing averts me from my journey |
| When I can afford to burn tree |
| Re-engage my third eye |
| To look inside the mind |
| Ensure everything’s alright |
| Mechanicals still alright |
| Damaging wall wounds for the day |
| Headache and empty stomach and |
| No dough to my name |
| Orph hoodie smelling of Wray |
| From the drink she threw in my face |
| The one that I purchased |
| In hopes that we could relate |
| I guess it was the wrong |
| Time and space |
| But that’s a minor mate |
| Let’s redesign my fate |
| Turn out the lights |
| Insert the purple haze |
| Make words reverberate |
| Around the zoo |
| Correct my mental state |
| Open a mental case |
| Pull out some Thai |
| Put the rest away |
| Save for another day |
| There ain’t no other way |
| To remain |
| Bubbly |
| After that kinda day |
| Finally |
| I can be alone |
| Mothership take me home |
| To 7 points of the dome |
| Where I can |
| Find the master dancing to my mantra |
| Make him do the Cha-cha |
| When I hit the La-la |
| (Woop) Zu baba |
| Tonight I’m sneaking out the chimney |
| You’re feeling me |
| Mix the ganja with the f*cked up energy |
| That’s in me |
| Ride the wave all the way to infinity |
| Believe me |
| This is neither the time or space |
| To let that high go to waste (cos I) |
| TIM0- SECOND VERSE |
| Troublesome toddler |
| Transfer into a modern |
| Master getting baiter |
| Maybe it’s the visuals getting hazy |
| Maybe he’s a modern master |
| Baiter getting faded |
| Oh no |
| I hope she ain’t basic |
| I hope she didn’t conceal her face in the bag she came in |
| Stainage |
| Wasn’t the only mess I left |
| The place a state |
| She needed company |
| So I agreed then took a seat |
| Only to clock the scenery |
| You know what time |
| There from from the streets (please!) |
| Welcome to this jungle |
| Playing on my mind |
| Soul |
| I know |
| If gorillas swing this ain’t a live |
| Psycho |
| If you think I’m trying to be the guy, no |
| I am the guy that you require to stay alive right? |
| Still high |
| Alright |
| Eye sight |
| Still fright night like it’s calm vibes |
| Took a sec to actually realise «wait, this real life !» |
| Oh sh*t |
| It goes from champagne |
| To pain |
| How do rocks on ice distort the wave |
| Sip the irony |
| F sobriety |
| Save that for the ones that actually love society |
| I tried to leave |
| The bouncer push me back |
| Behind the bar |
| I barged a glass |
| Chardonnay |
| Shards of glass |
| Won’t pardon this aftermath |
| After all |
| We all indulge |
| The problem is |
| We bottle thoughts |
| The problem is |
| You never talk problematic |
| When you can’t walk then panic |
| Panic! |
| How did you manage |
| To fit those jeans on that package |
| I mean I’m lean so the savage |
| Won’t be deceived |
| To these habits |
| That’s start to bleed through the fabric |
| And though these scenes can get tragic |
| I mean used to this damage |
| Cos I was made in the manor |
| Don’t mean I ain’t got no manners |
| Say please and thanks with a stammer |
| I find it hard to say sorry |
| You find it hard to ignore me |
| MAGIC- FINAL VERSE |
| Don’t let it go to waste |
| No come to me (hit ya) |
| Below the waist |
| Till we got company (if ya) |
| Make me funds or |
| Make it fun for me (then I) |
| Need that confirmation |
| Come see me |
| Offers on the table |
| Bottles on the table |
| Models on the table |
| Could’ve caned it |
| I weren’t able |
| Now she dissing my abilities |
| I would’ve wheeled it yeah |
| But I got the chair |
| Woke up in A&E like «how'd get in here…» |
| «Get in there!» |
| Was the last thing I’m hearing my wing man cheer |
| «Cheers» |
| We toast and do the most that’s how it usually goes |
| Thought I was on a roll |
| Yeah? You and me both |
| Smooth criminal, whoa |
| I’m doing something I usually don’t |
| …Slipping |
| Tipping cos it’s pay day |
| Tipsy off that rosè |
| She how like how my lips taste |
| I’ll season this evening the right way |
| If Seeing is believing then have faith |
| She’s on her knees |
| But then I’m prey |
| Hard to find out the hard way |
| The pavement weren’t easy on my face |
| Cat land on its feet don’t it |
| 9 lives we can keep going |
| It’s okay |
| I’m reloaded |
| 9 round of weed rolling |
| In rotation |
| Drink run and I ain’t chasing |
| Been paid so I been patient |
| We ain’t playing |
| I stay stationed |
| I hate waiting |
| I hate wasting |