Clock Don't Negotiate

Name: Clock Don't Negotiate
Duration: 264 s
Description: Clock Don't Negotiate by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Clock don't negotiate, gather now while you can Hands that held you don't wait on no plan Clock don't…”

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Clock Don't Negotiate lyrics

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Intro

Old photos on the table, edges curled from years of waiting on the plan Your chair still at the head, the wood still warm where your hands used to land

Verse 1

Twenty-two with the phone to my ear, telling mama one more year then I rest Bag get right then I'ma slow down, swore it while the tires spinning on the wet Highway took the weekends, late nights turned to mornings that ain't forgive Told my son daddy working, told mama I'm almost there, almost Every later sounded like a deposit, every missed dinner got a promise I meant Now the photos don't blink, the boy in them asking why the chair stay empty at the end

Chorus

Clock don't negotiate, gather now while you can Hands that held you don't wait on no plan Clock don't negotiate, the light still on in the kitchen What you put off for the bag is gone, the bag cant give it back Clock don't negotiate, gather now what you can Chairs don't move but the years sure ran Clock don't negotiate, tell your son before he is a man Time don't punch a clock, it just slip through your hands

Verse 2

Mama last call went to voicemail, I was chasing one more number on the screen Son first steps got recorded on a phone I ain't check for two whole days straight Photos yellowing in the drawer, I kept saying I'd frame them later when the time right Now the frame sit empty, the smile in it don't come back when I call its name at night I told my younger self the lie so smooth it sounded like wisdom in the rearview Now I'm talking to his photo, asking if the bag was worth the quiet that followed through

Bridge

I chose the bag over the moments, told myself it was all for them But the moments don't reschedule, and the them I did it for got older without me in the frame Now the table got three plates in my head, but only one chair pulled out when the house get quiet

Chorus

Outro

Clock don't negotiate, gather what you can

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01 / The opening

Old photos on the table, edges curled from years of waiting on the plan Your chair still at the head, the wood still warm where your hands used to land

02 / A returning thought