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Song Name: Losing Time
Album: Divided We Fall
Produced by: Jimmy Burner
Mixed by: Travis Murrill
Written By: OverTime
Video filmed, directed, edited by Michael Graef

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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 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.

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 aint found out why we're livin till we finally do some. I can hold my head high. No more tail lights. I'm finally backk home in a place that I can call mine. Livin on the interstate. Passing 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 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.

Verse 2:

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 aint 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 aint anyone's thing. You stop for nothin, keep poppin up and, keep washing up with that gold.

Chorus:

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.

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