Godard - Wasted Lyrics

Wasted tickets
Wasted dollars
I need flowers
For my service
I was hurting
Always working
With a purpose
Found you lurking
So what does it mean
I'm playing the game as it leans
The balance is off
I'm giving it all up to God
I lay or I fall what ever the choice
I wait for the call
I'm hearing the voice
I'm seeing the screen
I'm stuck in the noise
I'm cleaning the scene
The f*ck is the point
I'm lost in all the purpose of dying
The purpose of living
No making a solid decision
I'm not even lying
No time to be playing or crying
See see I gotta go
See see I gotta know
See see what does it mean
See see wanna be free
See see stuck in the sea
I'm dancing on these waves
I'm swerving problems everyday
I'll make a album for in a day
And hope you listen in the night
So that my music doesn't die
In the cold hands of a slow world
Or the hot hands of a fast one
They asking for ticket ticket time is ticking ticking
They asking for a ticket ticket time is ticking ticking
What you mean my ride is up I'm looking at my timer son
You better let me ride the bus
They asking for ticket ticket time is ticking ticking
They asking for a ticket ticket time is ticking ticking
What you mean my ride is up I'm looking at my timer son
You better let me ride the bus
Ticket ticket ticket
Punch a ticket ticket ticket
Time is ticking ticking ticking
Dollars on the minute minute
Wasted dollars wasted minutes
Wasted quarters for the meter
Bark like cedar wouldn't need her
Best believer for my purpose
Always working on the surface
Never slacking vs my urges
To be perfect in a circus of society
Propriety for I is me delete what's left of privacy
I'm dying for my dynasty
I'm leaving here my legacy
I'm building wealth for generations
Several walls of decorations
Awards and many nominations
Working is my obligation
I got tickets that need punching
Digits for the gas I'm running
Visits to my favorite upping
So now they know my name is something
It's real
I see hot I'm sweaty
My leg is burning intensely
Icy hot on ready
I'm in pain need a medi medkit evidently
I got icing on my Debbie
I can real sing calm and steady
For these people who were waiting on my uprising
Keep it playing like a record son I'm undying
I said my voice will live forever on
I'm refining the writing of my epilogue
I'm working out the dialogue
I'm playing here your favorite song
I hope you see that I've been working
If music is my purpose yall will find me in my verses
Hope to God that I'm not burning all my words for years of certain
I got more I need to surface
Your time is up
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Nine
Ten
You're still lost
If you're hearing this