Not My Time Songtext
von HotBox

Life beat me to a pulp
Like don′t get up
Numbers don't add up
On the bus, on my way to work, broke as fuck
I′d rather she pop it open
Than open up
I'm cold, South Pole, man, I'm on the road
I let it build up till it all explodes
There′s no control, it′s all my fault
No matter how good things go

Why does everything go wrong?
I'm about to lose my mind and fall apart
Grim Reaper standing at my door
Please don′t ask again, I'm fine—it′s not my time


Me and death are flirting
I gotta make it big, that's what I know for certain
Walking in circles, feeling like I lost it
Looking in the mirror—am I even a person?
Bad stuff pent up, ready to erupt
I let it build up, I′m about to pop
There's no control, and I can't stop
But every time I feel like I′m coming up

Why does everything go wrong?
I′m about to lose my mind and fall apart
Grim Reaper standing at my door
Please don't ask again, I′m fine—it's not my time

Ready to explode

Bad stuff pent up, ready to erupt
I let it build up, I′m about to pop
There's no control, and I can′t stop
But every time I feel like I'm coming up

Why does everything go wrong?
I'm about to lose my mind and fall apart
Grim Reaper standing at my door
Please don′t ask again, I′m fine—it's not my time