No Time Lyrics & Chords By E-dubble

No time when you need it most.
When you should of gone hard,
But you chose to coast.
You made your bed and now
You've shit it too.
With the wrinkles in your forehead.
Looking even more dead.
Mirrors no friend so you just ignore it.
Full steps; No halves.
You've got something to prove.
Something to use,
And you know your
Envy all the knee high
Children with the chance
Not to chase those me-guys.
Look at the clock,
And stop chasing the crumbs.
Pull the stop out, hop out,
And embrace what's done.
You want a second chance?
Mother-fuck a second chance.
Be a damn veteran.
Build a fucking batter ram.
Get in on the ground floor.
Be the effin' ground for -
Lay them bricks
Until you're rich
And the towns you was down
On your glass ceiling
While your pensions getting cut.
Working for the same company since 19-90-what?
Trade 'em in for stability,
And some time on the green.
And you don't even like golf,
But you know your boss does.
Suck his dick, and help him pick
The fucking right golf club.
Fuck conventional,
And fuck Mensa too.
Be a genius without leaning on a high IQ.
Analog to the digital.
Tryina get rid of you.
Evil clock in the living room.
Then 6 turns to none.
You think you got time
So you roll another blunt.
Snooze button on your passion.
What happens next is tragic.
Scared to take the plunge,
So you sponge bath placid.
Embarrassed by a dream
You're not sure you can fulfil.
So you down play and front,
Like it's no big deal.
But it is, and you know it.
Biggest fear is that you'll blow it.
You know just where the line is,
But you're too afraid to tow it.
Now you're going in the wrong direction.
No time to correct it.
You wake up on the other side of a good intention.
Wrong side of the spectrum.
Shit products getting pushed,
And the fans left guessing.
Rest upon your loyals cause this shit's too easy.
Selling dope to dumb fiends
Who wouldn't know a good CD
If it bit 'em in the ass.
Respect your general public.
Make some shit that sparks debate.
We don't need another take
On how nice it is to be rich.
Analog to the digital.
Tryina get rid of you.
Evil clock in the living room.
Then 6 turns to none.
You think you got time
So you roll another blunt.
When the clock's tickin'
Yeah, the plot thickens.
Take account of what you did.
Pendulum is like a guillotine -
Chopping shit.
I might of lied when I said
We're alive 'till we die.
Life's too short, not long.
But we gotta get high.
I'm reading right in between the lines.