Waste - MadeByMagic, Afronaut Zu, Tim0

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