Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robbie Cookson
Robbie Cookson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robbie Cookson
Robbie Cookson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robbie Cookson
Robbie Cookson
Producer

Lyrics

Time, I ain’t got time for myself
I ain’t got time for you now
I need to loosen up and move around
my days are numbered and im stressing out
I’m wearing friends hamidowns
im at my bus stop and im tapping out
im in the game i cant be backing out
my pay check is like a feather wow
i need a brick become the family cash cow
My soul is in the lost and found
my brain is on the higher ground
just let the Mary go round and see where we end now
I’m holding on to something special
I’m holding on like a wrestle
I’m gassing up I’m out for petrol
show an offer and I might settle.
My head in the blue prints trying to find my fate
the world could be better if it was run by the leads in oceans 8
take a stance for a bit
find your posture
both hands together this a prosper.
A 7 day trip aweoascha
like minded people
I guess we think the same
I was thinking maybe some sangria in Spain at least some where on a plane
Dragging denim on the pavement
eyes low feel the pain less
chest covered with pleasures
like pushing bars for the bench press
Run a red light because it’s time to get the pigs fed
No stopping till ive got a couple Ms in the bank to attend
Spark it up
I hold the line like im putting washing up
I do my chores drink my juice and push till I blow up
talk a lot of shit ya lips chapped
I’ll give you a back handed bitch slap
I think that’s a handicap
but I gotta leave my impact
Time I ain’t got time for myself
I ain’t got time for you now
I need to loosen up and move around
my days are numbered and im stressing out
I’m wearing friends hamidowns
im at my bus stop so im tapping out
im in the game i cant be backing out
my pay check like a feather wow
i need a brick become the family cash cow
My soul is in the lost and found
my brain is on the higher ground
just let the Mary go round and see where we end now
Written by: Robbie Cookson
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