"Time"
Single

© 2025 Nosh Boffin Records

Lyrics/Vox: Josh Parker
Exec Producer: NoshOnTheBeat
Mix/Mastering: NoshOnTheBeat

Lyrics:

I come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t spinning
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
Would leave the same impression
Never had thought you’d
Stick with this repetition
I come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t (rims ain’t)
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
I swear things would be different
Never had thought they’d
Pull me this direction

And I can access this forever
Keep my spirit in check
Until every rhyme scheme 
On some pyramid shit
They could copy-paste the lyrics
But I’m more like a mirror directed
Back at the sun
But they ain’t hearing it yet
She just grab the suede
Strawberry lemonade 
And I’m just sniffin' it
She ain’t been listening to ye
Or flipping anything
Except these old heads 
Over my new healing forms
With combinations that
Got nobody in the pilot
So I’m smoking ‘till it’s charred up
Guard up, but the windows down
Tint at the limit
I forget the percentage
But it been through some weathering
I can empathize in how it’ll fossilize
With a simultaneous shine
In a short existence

Come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t spinning
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
Would leave the same impression
Never had thought you’d
Stick with this repetition
I come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t (rims ain’t)
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
I swear things would be different
Never had thought they’d
Pull me this direction

These combinations are uncommon
So lets try and get lost
Pyrotechnic exhaust
Now I can’t drop the top
Cause you been hanging
All on my rearview thought
Yup, right next to the cross
And now I’m finally letting off
Cause my foot been on the brake
Too too long
Get you a few songs
But I’ve been trippin' off the Psilocybe 
And listening right through my eyes
Feeling bigger than
A few tribes of them Vučević 
Sippin’ voodoo
Until I spawn a new religion
So get the crucifixion ready (ready?)
Need a re-up to keep this thing compelling
Combining these spells with
Smoking compounds in my dwellings

I come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t spinning
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
Would leave the same impression
Never had thought you’d
Stick with this repetition
I come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t (rims ain’t)
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
I swear things would be different
Never had thought they’d
Pull me this direction

Time

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