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bryanraps - time lyrics

(intro)
yeah, uh

(verse 1)
last night i spent 4 hours just reminicing
remembering the few people that ever had me listen
we all know that we have talents that we have been given
but not everybody uses them and that’s the difference
if i could turn time back, would i still do the same sh-t?
a hundred percent, otherwise there’s too much changing
everytime i drink – my mind starts racing
lately i don’t even know where my f-ckin’ place is
don’t know the guy in the mirror, who f-ckin’ is that?
i’m tryin’ to see myself, but it’s a mismatch
i’m tryin’ to know myself, so i’m tryin’ to run it back
back to the days when i was everybody’s punching bag
i sit in my room, spend hours getting this on paper
thinkin’ ’bout what she said and if i really hate her
but i’ve been keeping distance although she’s on my radar
and even though i don’t want to i’m sure i’ll see her later

(hook)
and the clock is ticking, we all escape to fiction
letting other people – take all the time we’re given
not even making millions – just tryna make a living
have you ever even had – your own opinion?
and the clock is ticking, we all escape to fiction
maybe time heals everything – but it’s not forgiven
we’ve been blaming others – ’cause we don’t have a vision
but i don’t even care, i’m tryin’ to break the ceilin’

(verse 2)
have barely touched my phone in the past two weeks
been listening to music, 2 songs running on repeat
buyin’ some wodka again – tryin’ to drown my feels
but then i think of momma – and it hurts too deep
and i know that she’s thinking that i’m an alcoholic
but the point of drinking is to leave my demons demolished
running against time to escape the system that we live in
but whatever i do, life seems to be unforgiving
f-ck it – not blaming others for the mess i made
as i said before there’s always time to celebrate
and to the people pointing fingers saying that’s a fake
stop putting pressure on me – let me explain
see, the last years – have been rough for me
i may ask you kindly to stop touching me
let me f-cking be, f-ck you why can’t you see
don’t put the blame on me – don’t mess with me

(outro)
yeah… feels like i’m running out of time…

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