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Waste My Time Video (MV)




Performed By: Azma
Length: 2:54
Written by: Matis Piir




Azma - Waste My Time Lyrics




I ain't got time to get high
Always on the grind to write the next rhyme
And make the best beats
So place your bets, bitch
I ain't got to fake smile
Yeah, she's a great gal, but f*ck hoes
I'ma be the man yo, tic-tac-toe
'Til then I'ma be the big bad wolf
But f*ck that, I got a thick backbone
One day I'ma get back home
With a bag full of gold and hope for my family
Where was I when you needed me the most
But I'm just tryin' to be all that I can be
And I ain't got plan b
All I have is hunger and anger
Like I've been abondoned
And bent under an angle
'Til I can't run, grab a gun from the handle
Rob a bank, man, I'm gonna gamble
Everybody duck! under the table
I'm not a gangsta, man, I'm a vandal
And I make best out of a handful of ammo

And I just don't know why
I keep wastin' on my time
Chasin for a high
Just to taste it for a while
I try to justify
But I can't think of a lie
And it makes me want to cry
Die

I ain't got time to talk shit and sit in this office
It's time for offence, to make a profit
I ain't got time for caution
I ain't got time for bitch-ass emotions
I ain't got time for boastin'
But once it becomes all about flossin'
I guess it's time to soulsearch
So it's time to go
Make a lot of dough
Everything's in place like dominos
God only know all the things that i've done
But who's he to tell me what's right or wrong
It all depends on which side you're on
So, f*ck off, try to ride a bull
Piety died a long time ago just like the dinosaurs
And I ain't time got to argue with fools
Especially on retarded issues
All your thoughts are artificial
And a small mind is so hard to fit through
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I ain't got time to get high
Always on the grind to write the next rhyme
And make the best beats
So place your bets, bitch
I ain't got to fake smile
Yeah, she's a great gal, but f*ck hoes
I'ma be the man yo, tic-tac-toe
'Til then I'ma be the big bad wolf
But f*ck that, I got a thick backbone
One day I'ma get back home
With a bag full of gold and hope for my family
Where was I when you needed me the most
But I'm just tryin' to be all that I can be
And I ain't got plan b
All I have is hunger and anger
Like I've been abondoned
And bent under an angle
'Til I can't run, grab a gun from the handle
Rob a bank, man, I'm gonna gamble
Everybody duck! under the table
I'm not a gangsta, man, I'm a vandal
And I make best out of a handful of ammo

And I just don't know why
I keep wastin' on my time
Chasin for a high
Just to taste it for a while
I try to justify
But I can't think of a lie
And it makes me want to cry
Die

I ain't got time to talk shit and sit in this office
It's time for offence, to make a profit
I ain't got time for caution
I ain't got time for bitch-ass emotions
I ain't got time for boastin'
But once it becomes all about flossin'
I guess it's time to soulsearch
So it's time to go
Make a lot of dough
Everything's in place like dominos
God only know all the things that i've done
But who's he to tell me what's right or wrong
It all depends on which side you're on
So, f*ck off, try to ride a bull
Piety died a long time ago just like the dinosaurs
And I ain't time got to argue with fools
Especially on retarded issues
All your thoughts are artificial
And a small mind is so hard to fit through
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Writer: Matis Piir
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