Cam Blu, IamET, Sam Donovan - No More Time Lyrics

Yeah, I'm glad I came back to this one ET

And often times I was reading signs, but now I find that you were reading mine
Fell off track had to realign
Okay I see your dreams, I don't wanna leave mine behind
The clocks ticking, and I'm scared that's there's no more time

And we were both down cause... we were going through the shit end of things
Or so you said, but you were hoping just to fit in it seems
I know we all got baggage, but looking back I have to ask if we were being dramatic
Now I see you when I'm seeping that's the reason I get pissed in my dreams
Otherwise there's been a riff like the rip in my jeans
It's all good
Safe to say I think it's all good
Forget my name, and leave me be I think you all should
I couldn't give a fuck about a red carpet, or, who's goes the hardest, really regardless
I want a quiet life, maybe have a garden, as long I can end it all the same way that it started then I'm good
It's all good

Losing my focus on how to live
Hope it's all good on your side of the fence
I've been wrong before, my friend
(Wrong before my friend)

If could quit this shit I'd do it
I don't really care no more, it's deeper than music
I risk my soul tryna prove it
I risk it all for the vision, just on more tape and I'm finished
I talk and nobody listen
Like what's the point in that
I miss the cul-de-sac, I'm dropping out, I'm going back
I'm in too deep, I could runaway, never say a peep
I'm stressing out, I'm losing sleep
I haven't seen my friends in weeks, and they're the only ones that give me peace, yeah
And me and my girl been different, she stays trippin'
It's almost like we fighting, or we never speak
Or we fuckin', the pussy game has got me weak
I pray that I can make it back, it's better when she's on her knees
If I could quit that bitch I'd do it
Maybe a product of addiction, I risk is all for the image
I'm drinking without intention, my family's been growing distant
That's something I gotta witness, I talk and nobody listen
Women been switching on me, they send their love and support
And I treat that shit like a pension, I need to vent where my pen at
When sippin' is tradition, and smoking to ease the tension
I need to vent where my head at
Thoughts I had to confess to a woman I thought I loved
Who didn't care enough to send a fucking text back
I hope you cry when you hear this
Hope there's peace in my presence, I risk it all for the image
I know you ain't gon' listen, yeah
But if somebody listens Imma say it's all good

Losing my focus on how to live
Hope it's all good on your side of the fence
I've been wrong before, my friend

No more time to stare at the sun
Is this the end?