Ain't Got Time Songtext
von Nadeah

She′s tired of fixing parachutes
She's sick of falling on a sweet excuse
Tired of wearing feathers as she gets caught in the rain
She′s tired of fixing leaky roofs
With paper bags and plastic spoons
Tired of wearing feathers as she gets caught in the rain

She says, "Me, I'm sitting pretty on a highway in my head
Where the butterflies all pass their time sleeping with the dead"

Ain't got time for hating me while I′m still cussing you
But if you play cards right, I might get done with
Ain′t got time for hating me while I'm still cussing you
But if you play cards right, I might get done with you, oh you
Oh Lord, oh Lord


She′s tired of microscopic cuts
Although they never hurt that much
Tired of being sick and tired as she gets caught in the rain
I'm tired of all these fantasies
These broken dolls and dust-clad dreams
Tired of being sick and tired as she gets caught in the rain

She says, "I′m done with my old highways and butterflies, their bites
I'm gonna find a way to let this day and get me through the night"

Ain′t got time for hating me while I'm still cussing you
But if you play cards right, I might get done with
Ain't got time for hating me while I′m still cussing you
But if you play cards right, I might get done with you, oh you
Oh Lord, oh Lord

Done with riding all night high on
Done with running out of reasons
I′m done with riding all night, all night, wait!

You know I ain't got time for hating me while I′m still cussing you
But if you play cards right, I might get done with
Ain't got time for hating me while I′m still cussing you
But if you play cards right, I might get done with you, oh you
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Oh Lord, oh Lord