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Wasted Gifts Video (MV)




Performed By: Racing Days
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Brian Engles




Racing Days - Wasted Gifts Lyrics




I keep on chasing this
Like maybe I'll make it
Then when you get there
You'll wish you hadn't wasted time
I was so mad
Like why am I not famous
Shoulda left the cave more
I should not have waited

I crash the high and agonize
Because I'm never sure
The things you're gonna say about me
Once I'm out the door
Laughing off the wine I bought
The French I can't afford
I tell myself you're talking shit
Because you're insecure
I don't care if you think I'm lost
I keep cruising on the highway frost
I keep singing in the parking lot
When I take the garbage out

Well, in my dreams I'm sipping coffee next to Aubrey
He gives me shit 'cause I'm still rocking my Huaraches
I got my Netflix deal, Four Seasons drinking lobby
Laughing off everything that ever used to haunt me
Like where we gonna go when the winter rental's taken
Worrying I blew my twenties writing songs in basements
When everyone around me couldn't see what I was chasing
Telling Mom to hold on this'll be the year I make it
Like why'd I go and fall for all those California nights
I should've killed my spirit and just got the nine to five
'Cause staying tunnel-visioned was the same as going blind
All my friends are gone now and I never gave them time
In my mind all the angels start to glare
And I'd be lying if I said he wasn't there
I didn't help him and the kid was in despair
I didn't help him, yeah I guess I didn't care 'cause

Keep on chasing this
Like maybe I'll make it
Then when you get there
You'll wish you hadn't wasted time
I was so mad
Like why am I not famous?
Shoulda left the cave more
I should have not waited

Keep on chasing this
Like maybe I'll make it
Then when you get there
You'll wish you hadn't wasted time
I was so mad
Like why am I not famous?
Shoulda left the cave more
I should have not waited
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I keep on chasing this
Like maybe I'll make it
Then when you get there
You'll wish you hadn't wasted time
I was so mad
Like why am I not famous
Shoulda left the cave more
I should not have waited

I crash the high and agonize
Because I'm never sure
The things you're gonna say about me
Once I'm out the door
Laughing off the wine I bought
The French I can't afford
I tell myself you're talking shit
Because you're insecure
I don't care if you think I'm lost
I keep cruising on the highway frost
I keep singing in the parking lot
When I take the garbage out

Well, in my dreams I'm sipping coffee next to Aubrey
He gives me shit 'cause I'm still rocking my Huaraches
I got my Netflix deal, Four Seasons drinking lobby
Laughing off everything that ever used to haunt me
Like where we gonna go when the winter rental's taken
Worrying I blew my twenties writing songs in basements
When everyone around me couldn't see what I was chasing
Telling Mom to hold on this'll be the year I make it
Like why'd I go and fall for all those California nights
I should've killed my spirit and just got the nine to five
'Cause staying tunnel-visioned was the same as going blind
All my friends are gone now and I never gave them time
In my mind all the angels start to glare
And I'd be lying if I said he wasn't there
I didn't help him and the kid was in despair
I didn't help him, yeah I guess I didn't care 'cause

Keep on chasing this
Like maybe I'll make it
Then when you get there
You'll wish you hadn't wasted time
I was so mad
Like why am I not famous?
Shoulda left the cave more
I should have not waited

Keep on chasing this
Like maybe I'll make it
Then when you get there
You'll wish you hadn't wasted time
I was so mad
Like why am I not famous?
Shoulda left the cave more
I should have not waited
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Writer: Brian Engles
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