Rolling a seventh joint cause I don't know any better
I'm sleepwalkin through the moments I was meant to treasure
I'm gone for good, I was gone long time ago, I don't know
When I stopped doing all I could
I haven't cleaned this house in three months
These objects don't mean anything to me they seem dumb
Might tie them up in a bag with the things I dreamed up
Offer it up as free stuff
Like what the f*ck is really wrong with me?
Life's fine but my mind reacts to it awfully
The things I'd do to feel a little calm at least
I never want from greed
And in the rear-view you'll be smiling waving bye
And I'll be trying not to cry, yeah I'm leaving but I really don't know why
I'm on a collision course for the skies
I'd come visit but I think I'm out of time
Out of Time Video (MV)
Performed By: The Sprinkle Boys & LumbeRoss & Valhalla Kid
Length: 1:53
Written by: Thomas Rososchansky
The Sprinkle Boys & LumbeRoss & Valhalla Kid - Out of Time Lyrics
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Rolling a seventh joint cause I don't know any better
I'm sleepwalkin through the moments I was meant to treasure
I'm gone for good, I was gone long time ago, I don't know
When I stopped doing all I could
I haven't cleaned this house in three months
These objects don't mean anything to me they seem dumb
Might tie them up in a bag with the things I dreamed up
Offer it up as free stuff
Like what the f*ck is really wrong with me?
Life's fine but my mind reacts to it awfully
The things I'd do to feel a little calm at least
I never want from greed
And in the rear-view you'll be smiling waving bye
And I'll be trying not to cry, yeah I'm leaving but I really don't know why
I'm on a collision course for the skies
I'd come visit but I think I'm out of time
I'm sleepwalkin through the moments I was meant to treasure
I'm gone for good, I was gone long time ago, I don't know
When I stopped doing all I could
I haven't cleaned this house in three months
These objects don't mean anything to me they seem dumb
Might tie them up in a bag with the things I dreamed up
Offer it up as free stuff
Like what the f*ck is really wrong with me?
Life's fine but my mind reacts to it awfully
The things I'd do to feel a little calm at least
I never want from greed
And in the rear-view you'll be smiling waving bye
And I'll be trying not to cry, yeah I'm leaving but I really don't know why
I'm on a collision course for the skies
I'd come visit but I think I'm out of time
Writer: Thomas Rososchansky
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