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No Time Flat Video (MV)




Performed By: Altavilla
Language: English
Length: 3:50
Written by: David Modica
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Stumbled home last night down the culdesac
Smoked my way through bags in no time flat
AJ's been coming around with his guitar case, man
Slept in the bathroom, woke to that modest band
Violence ain't a thing to recommend
Trying to hide from you and your asshole friends
They don't like me, can't say why that is
So what the hell am I to make of it?
Hold on
Ain't I supposed to be having some fun?
Kick rocks
Get f*cked
Don't wanna pray, just wanna levitate
Hands in the air like I could palm God's grace
A different high, the same old sour taste
The kids are rich, the snacks are microwaved
They say we're singing songs to please the Lord
That dick on stage sure loves those cowboy chords
Playing the Taylor that his parent's scored
I hear they head the church's elder board
Hold on
Am I supposed to be giving a f*ck?
Good luck
I'm lost
I'm done
It ain't so bad until you line it all up
Good run
Nice job
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English

Stumbled home last night down the culdesac
Smoked my way through bags in no time flat
AJ's been coming around with his guitar case, man
Slept in the bathroom, woke to that modest band
Violence ain't a thing to recommend
Trying to hide from you and your asshole friends
They don't like me, can't say why that is
So what the hell am I to make of it?
Hold on
Ain't I supposed to be having some fun?
Kick rocks
Get f*cked
Don't wanna pray, just wanna levitate
Hands in the air like I could palm God's grace
A different high, the same old sour taste
The kids are rich, the snacks are microwaved
They say we're singing songs to please the Lord
That dick on stage sure loves those cowboy chords
Playing the Taylor that his parent's scored
I hear they head the church's elder board
Hold on
Am I supposed to be giving a f*ck?
Good luck
I'm lost
I'm done
It ain't so bad until you line it all up
Good run
Nice job
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Writer: David Modica
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