Time To Waste Caps
"Time To Waste" by Alkaline Trio, released in 2005, is a #PunkRock song that explores themes of existentialism, the passage of time, and the struggle against life's monotony. Its energetic riffs and introspective lyrics convey a sense of urgency and reflection. The song resonates with listeners seeking meaning in life's fleeting moments.
[Hook]
I ain’t got time to waste, I’ve still got food in the base
Worker on my line for his pay
Mrs on my case for a date
I just need space but I can’t take a break
I ain’t got time to waste, I’ve still got food in the base
Worker on my line for his pay
Mrs on my case for a date
I just need space but I can’t take a break
[Verse 1]
I might be missing out right now but I’m sorting out the future
Fuck going clubs, I’m in the bando with a Luger
Bagging up B, conversating with a shooter
Knock on the door, I’m thinking “Who’s that?”
Just another sale at the door again
Now I’m in the kitchen with the raw again
Made a bag four-by-four, now I’m whipping four again
Coke in the water like it’s baptised, spawn again
Armchair I’m counting money on, a nitty died on
Amy’s giving straight cash now cah she signs on
Two hundred miles away, find a spot to grind on
Shut down them shottas on the block where my line’s on
Family ain’t seen me in two months
Sitting in the trap with two lumps
Tryna get rid of white like I hate the Ku Klux
Gotta keep it spinning like scooters
If I don’t pay the bills then who does?
I ain’t got time to waste, I’ve still got food in the base
Worker on my line for his pay
Mrs on my case for a date
I just need space but I can’t take a break
I ain’t got time to waste, I’ve still got food in the base
Worker on my line for his pay
Mrs on my case for a date
I just need space but I can’t take a break
[Verse 1]
I might be missing out right now but I’m sorting out the future
Fuck going clubs, I’m in the bando with a Luger
Bagging up B, conversating with a shooter
Knock on the door, I’m thinking “Who’s that?”
Just another sale at the door again
Now I’m in the kitchen with the raw again
Made a bag four-by-four, now I’m whipping four again
Coke in the water like it’s baptised, spawn again
Armchair I’m counting money on, a nitty died on
Amy’s giving straight cash now cah she signs on
Two hundred miles away, find a spot to grind on
Shut down them shottas on the block where my line’s on
Family ain’t seen me in two months
Sitting in the trap with two lumps
Tryna get rid of white like I hate the Ku Klux
Gotta keep it spinning like scooters
If I don’t pay the bills then who does?
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