Running them roads
And taking a toke
Keeping my mind
Off the trouble I find
Thinking 'bout the girl
In the line in front of me
I'm just
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on to my prime
Maybe tomorrow holds my dreams
Punching that clock
For forty hour funds
Doing my best to
Obey the man
Holding that wrench
Hiding from stuff to do
I'm just
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on to a dime
Maybe tomorrow I'll hit the lottery
Sitting in a bar
Laughing late at night
Drinking rye whiskey
In the hazy dim light
Mad at the world
Yelling at the barmaid
I'm just
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on until I die
Maybe tomorrow will be my end
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on to these lies
Maybe tomorrow I'll let it all go
Maybe tomorrow I'll let it all go
CC Nichols - Wasting Time Lyrics
CC Nichols - Wasting Time Lyrics
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Running them roads
And taking a toke
Keeping my mind
Off the trouble I find
Thinking 'bout the girl
In the line in front of me
I'm just
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on to my prime
Maybe tomorrow holds my dreams
Punching that clock
For forty hour funds
Doing my best to
Obey the man
Holding that wrench
Hiding from stuff to do
I'm just
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on to a dime
Maybe tomorrow I'll hit the lottery
Sitting in a bar
Laughing late at night
Drinking rye whiskey
In the hazy dim light
Mad at the world
Yelling at the barmaid
I'm just
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on until I die
Maybe tomorrow will be my end
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on to these lies
Maybe tomorrow I'll let it all go
Maybe tomorrow I'll let it all go
And taking a toke
Keeping my mind
Off the trouble I find
Thinking 'bout the girl
In the line in front of me
I'm just
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on to my prime
Maybe tomorrow holds my dreams
Punching that clock
For forty hour funds
Doing my best to
Obey the man
Holding that wrench
Hiding from stuff to do
I'm just
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on to a dime
Maybe tomorrow I'll hit the lottery
Sitting in a bar
Laughing late at night
Drinking rye whiskey
In the hazy dim light
Mad at the world
Yelling at the barmaid
I'm just
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on until I die
Maybe tomorrow will be my end
Wasting time
Wasting time
Trying to hold on to these lies
Maybe tomorrow I'll let it all go
Maybe tomorrow I'll let it all go
Writer: Chris Nichols, Ben Townsend
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