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overtime - losing time lyrics

verse 1:

ayo, i’ve seen a lot. maybe not seen it all, but i’ve seen enough to make a judgement call. if i quit now, what’d i ever become? i’ve been down, tryna make a little come up. i’m a new kid, tryna make a name for myself. in a way that i know that i grew myself. from the bottom of the rocks i cam up out. from a black you, you can’t keep me down. i’m at full time work now. and the grind don’t hurt now. i’ve fought for this, so i don’t offer this, to get the volume turned down. i’m in a great place, so don’t rock the boat. don’t f-ck with me, i won’t c-ck the bolt. and we can make our way to be livin great. or we can make it all rain, it’s optional

bridge:

i’ve worked to hard to make a fool of myself. rose from the bottom, bit it all farewell. couple wrong turns, and we’re back at square one. we ain’t found out why we’re living till we finally do some. i can hold my head high. no more tail lights. i’m finally back home in a place that i can call mine. living on the interstate. p-ssing all them cattle fields. losing count of mile markers. tryna catch the dinner bell

chorus:

well these boots were made for walkin
i’m running up to p-ss
you motormouth’s keep talkin
you’re running out of gas
i’ma – 100 proof and a flame to you
send my condolences, and pray for you
i’m an, outlaw
and i’m, against the wall
to make some quick luck
for a, little break
and i’m, only but a phone call away
i’m nothin but a phone call away

verse 2:

i’ve been there, i’ve done that. i’ve seen some sh-t that could make a grown man break. i’ve drowned in the bottom of a whiskey bottle, gone in the night when i go full throttle. tell me all of my wildest dreams, i’ve seen em all and i can’t unsee. tryna make it to your radio, with a song that’ll make you sit and think. i write to make a d-mn right to say i am right in front of my flight to take it in. kicked the vicodin, lived the life again. climbing on up like this ol violin. i play for my heart and soul. worth more than the bars of gold. we say what the beat play in elite ways, where the waters cold. the boys and i are like, poison ivy like, we ain’t tryna be f-cked with. we got more time on this old road than this old road had been trucked with. so we take the way that we were meant to take, or we can go the story untold. my mind is on this rebel vibe, and i’m tryna break the mold. it’s game time so let’s aim high, and let’s watch the future unfold. cuz i’m sick and tired of seeing it’s required to be this admired to be bold. so f-ck what anyone say. your grind ain’t anyone’s thing. you stop for nothin, keep poppin up and, keep washing up with that gold

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