Eric Dutton - Eight Minutes Away

Living on borrowed time,
Need to get all of mine
Reallocated, to fix up this sorry life
I feel like I've been given way too many chances
Like what are the chances these chances are chances
For me to finally get it, reach the limit of distress
I'll meet you at the finish, just gimme the address
I'ma speed through the city, got my foot on the gas
Baby you're my Oakland and we could if you asked
Take my hand we will walk till 3005
But now you're history, disc 2, you're outta my life
I'm down for the shine, let me get around to the fire
Swimming in your eyes had me drowned to desire
Whatever feelings that I harbored sunk straight to the floor
It's fourth quarter, I'm clutch, and it's a dangerous score
And now I have the ball, I got you on your toes
Maybe hit you with a fake and dribble drive yeah I'm on a roll
You ain't gotta tell me nothing
Cause I'm already looking up
And we got those stars above us
Please tell me the sun won't come
Cause it's gonna light the world and drown us out
All of the pain that's all around
Eight minutes away
Eight minutes away
D gonna collapse but my target in sight
Hit you right in the pocket, this the shot of my life
I got the heart of a fighter and my soul is abundant
With blessings and love and every moment that comes from
The bottom of my wellspring, cup your hands
Take a drink of this elixir and you'll understand
Where I'm comin' from
Zap you with a thunderstruck, I can't get enough of 'em
Dopamine levels, yeah, I'ma run it up
If you were my bud, I'd smoke every ounce of pain outta you
That attitude might change the world, but how we do it
Is just as important as why we do it
Sinking my teeth and my time into it
And thinking I lean on the rhymes I'm doing
Spittin' this heat cause I like to do it, ah
The cold of winter, so it's chilly to my core, so
I know I'm bitter, though I figure that I'm more so
Just a morsel, a ghost in Morse code
Cause my heart keeps dashing right outta my torso
So, let me tell ya
You ain't gotta tell me nothing
Cause I'm already looking up
And we got those stars above us
Please tell me the sun won't come
Cause it's gonna light the world and drown us out
All of the pain that's all around
Eight minutes away
Eight minutes away
It feels like writing kinda keeps me together
Like it's the glue that has me stuck, now I will be here forever
Reigning supreme over every demon that tried shit
I saw what my depression did, I see him this lifeless
Husk of a man willing to sacrifice it all
Just to feel something instead of feeling nothing at all
Now it's no wonder why he's fuzzy, that's one helluva fall
Debt or vendetta to settle, betcha whenever I call
It's simple, it's a task at hand
Show me your true face with no mask attached
What's your master plan
You're too fake, splittin' half a gram
It's shoe-laced, trippin' up on your ass in Amsterdam, damn
You can't find me, it's so unlikely
It's like fighting with BigFoot because he blinded you with high beams
I don't think he likes me
It might be, over for our friendship
Like top shelf cocaine, that's high-key, uüaeh
You ain't gotta tell me nothing
Cause I'm already looking up
And we got those stars above us
Please tell me the sun won't come
Cause it's gonna light the world and drown us out
All of the pain that's all around
Eight minutes away
Eight minutes away
Ninety-three million miles
Lighting up a billion smiles
I would walk forty thousand three hundred and eighty-seven trillion miles
Just to get to you
Just to get to you
Just to get to you
Yeah, shoot for the moon
Just to get to you
Hallelujah
Just to get to you
You ain't gotta tell me nothing
Cause I'm already looking up
And we got those stars above us
Please tell me the sun won't come
Cause it's gonna light the world and drown us out
All of the pain that's all around
Eight minutes away
Eight minutes away

Written by:
Eric Dutton

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