Jordan McLean - No Time

We ain't got no time like this
Ain't for the shows I get stressed
Driving i-75 down and back from the A
Trynna find my way with no address
We ain't got no time like this
Aint for the shows I get stressed
And we riding so smooth when running from the truth
Real love ain't loving you like I been

But I ain't convinced, we splitting apart
When we splitting a fifth, I'm losing myself
As I'm losing my sense, you say what you want
And I say when you gone
That it's only your calls on my phone that I miss
That ain't what I meant, I know I been absent
And stuck in my head
I know I been busy and choosing the music instead
We leaving so pissed but we can't leave regret

Grew up in Kentucky, started my days
400 miles ain't crowding my lane
Been going and going and going and going
But all of my buddies be staying the same
Came a long ways from minimum wage
And dreaming of porches and pinching awake
And sitting up late on them porches
Supporting myself, and forcing some faith

We ain't got no time like this
Ain't for the shows I get stressed
Driving i-75 down and back from the A
Trynna find my way with no address
We ain't got no time like this
Aint for the shows I get stressed
And we riding so smooth when running from the truth
Real love ain't loving you like I been

Because I ain't convinced, that life is just this
Been feeling so different since I was a kid
I was writing my stories and stuck in my head
Had to master my mind, wasn't mine to begin
Now we up in Atlanta, it's 4 in the morning
Every email say it's very important
I'm putting myself in the mix, I never sent
I was quiet in school, and instead I would vent
Why you so lonely, and barely invested,
If you got skill, ain't it better to test it
I been through some shit and that weigh and oppress it
But this shit that I'm doing get old and depressing
No time for this bullshit
Because I'm speaking now, this my pulpit
No chosen ones, gimmicks or funds
This my time because I choose it

We ain't got no time like this
Ain't for the shows I get stressed
Driving i-75 down and back from the A
Trynna find my way with no address
We ain't got no time like this
Aint for the shows I get stressed
And we riding so smooth when running from the truth
Real love ain't loving you like I been

Written by:
Jordan McLean

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