Tekster: Newton Faulkner. She Got Time.

Looking at a gray sky.

Blue skys coming,

So i dont mind i'm gonna look her in the eye,

And say hey hi hows it going,

Hows she gona take it god knows

Shes got time but she dont want to give it to me.

Shes got time but she dont want to give it to me.

Sitting on the tube with my brown bag, black bag, red bag, blue bag,

With my cds and two guitars,

And my face with scars, oh god no!!

Shes got time but she dont want to give it to me.

Shes got time but she dont want to give it to me.

Chewing on my food on the floor at the station,

Gets some bk its ok try'na be friendly,

I said yo do you wanna haribo, she said no!!

Shes got time but she dont want to give it to me.

Shes got time but she dont want to give it to me.

Shes got time but she dont want to give it to me.

Shes got time but she dont want to give it to me.