Wasted Times - The Weeknd

I could've been workin' overtime Or at home tryin' to make that truck run right Instead of wadin' out in that stream All day long barely catchin' a thing Just me and dad I'm glad he talked me in to that It was time well wasted And there's no way I trade a few more dollars in my pocket I could've spent For a day I'll never forget No, I didn't get a thing done But I sure soaked up every minute of the memory we were makin' And I count it all as time well wasted Those leaves were a foot deep in the yard And 'wash me' was written all over the car But watchin' movies all day with you Wasn't on my list of things to do But we laid on that couch Girl, we never left the house It was time well wasted And there's no way I trade a few more things that I could've crossed off my list For a day I'll never forget No, I didn't get a thing done But I sure soaked up every minute of the memory we were makin' And I count it all as time well wasted This world spins too fast if you let it There's always one more thing to do But lookin' back I never have regretted Takin' off early or callin' in sick Or lovin' away a Sunday afternoon It was time well wasted And there's no way I trade a few more dollars or things crossed off my list For a day I'll never forget No I didn't get a thing done But I sure soaked up every minute of the memory we were makin' And I count it all as time well wasted I count it all as time well wasted

Wasted Youth Wasted Youth I remember everything I remember every little thing as if it only happened yesterday I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar I don't remember if it was Telecaster or Stratocaster But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel I don't remember if it was Telecaster or Stratocaster But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy It required the perfect combination of the right powerchords And the precise angle from which to strike! The guitar bled for about a week afterwards And the blood was, ooh, dark and rich, like wild berries The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red The guitar bled for about a week afterwards But it rung out beautifully And I was able to play notes that I had never even heard before So I took my guitar And I smashed it against the wall I smashed it against the floor I smashed it againt the body of a varsity cheerleader Smashed it against the hood of a car Smashed it against a 1981 Harley-Davidson The Harley howled in pain The guitar howled in heat And I ran upstairs to my parents bedroom Mommy and Daddy were sleeping quietly in the moonlight Slowly I opened the door Creeping into the shadows right up to the foot of their bed I raised the guitar high above my head And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down upon the center of the bed My father woke up, screaming "STOP" "Wait a minute, stop it boy! What do you think you're doing?" "Thats no way to treat an expensive musical instrument" And I said "Goddamn it, Daddy" "You know I love you, but you've got a hell of a lot to learn about rock 'n' roll"

Waking up, half-past five Blood on pillow and one bruised eye Drunk too much, you know what I'm like But you should've seen the other guy This ain't the right time for you to fall in love with me Well, baby, I'm just being honest And I know my lies could not make you believe Running in circles, that's why In my dark times, I'll be going back to the street Promising everything I do not mean In my dark times, baby, this is all I could be And only my mother can love me for me In my dark times (dark times) In my dark times (dark times) Light one up, let me bum a smoke, uh Still coming down, dripping throat, uh I got another man's blood on my clothes But it ain't his fault, it's the life I chose This ain't the right time for you to fall in love with me My baby, I'm just being honest And I know my lies could never make you believe Running in circles, that's why In my dark times, I'll be going back to these streets Promising everything I do not mean In my dark times, baby, this is all I could be Only my mother could love me for me In my dark times (dark times) In my dark times (dark times) In my dark times, I've still got some problems, I know Driving too fast but just moving too slow And I've got something I've been trying to let go of Pulling me back every time In my dark times (oh), taking it back to the street (oh) Making those promises that I could not keep In my dark times, baby, this is all I could be Only my mother could love me for me In my dark times, taking it down to the street Making those promises that I would never keep In my dark times, this is all I could be Only my mother could love me for me In my dark times (dark times) In my dark times (dark times) In my dark times...

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah