Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Losing Time, artist - OverTime. Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Losing Time |
| 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. |
| Cuz 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 |