Losing Time

(album: Divided We Fall - 2019)

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 fuck with me, I won't cock the bolt
And we can make our way to be livin great
Or we can make it all rain, it's optional

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
Passing all them cattle fields
Losing count of mile markers
Tryna catch the dinner bell

Well these boots were made for walkin
I'm running up to pass
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

I've been there, I've done that
I've seen some shit 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 damn 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 fucked 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
Cause I'm sick and tired of seeing it's required to be this admired to be bold
So fuck what anyone say
Your grind ain't anyone's thing
You stop for nothin, keep poppin up and, keep washing up with that gold

Well these boots were made for walkin
I'm running up to pass
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