“Waiting In Line feat. Lindsey & Melinda Whittington”

Jensen Reed

Intro

Not long til I’m outta here
Baby hope to find out what I’m looking for
Pay to hear the rhythm
Hold on to the window
When it’s windy what you got inside?
When it’s time to ride
You better open up your wings and fly

Verse 1

Hot times in the summer time
Get it fresh, got it right, better hold on tight
You know them dudes that be hollering every day
You know they lose
Cause they got nothing important to say
Let me lay it down for you
Like a towel on the beach
Sit down at your desk
You’re here to learn, I’m here to teach
Open books to page seventy-three
Let me tell you a little story about my history
Had it great growin up dog I ain’t gonna lie
By the time I was twelve
I’d been to California five times
Fell in love twice at the age of sixteen
Blond hair, green eyes and my band was mean
Killing show after show, I tasted the bubble
Never could I go back
It brought a whole lot of trouble
Fast-forward two years and I’m all alone
By myself meetings daily
Just to get in my dome

Chorus

Waiting in line, just taking my time
Any day now baby yeah we gonna shine
In the pouring rain, things stay the same
You’re pissed but you know you gotta play the game



Verse 2

Now it’s on to Chapel Hill
Yeah the king of the South
Rollin real hard, real good
We knockin em out
Some frat didn’t want to pay us
Through a brick at their house
Turned the whole situation
Back to our favor now
It’s tough when you know you gotta trust
But you’ll never leave
Final destination, always knew what I could be
Graduated first in my class in diversity
Two degrees from a top ten university
Leaving school with big dreams
And even bigger plans
On my mind I had to shine when I had the chance
Perfect the stage game, now my skills real tight
Recording on a four track every day and night
I got the bubble back
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
When you know the feeling
How much longer will it take ya?
I got some time on my side
I’m only twenty-two and I just started this ride

Chorus

Verse 3

The shows kept comin cause we booked them ourselves
Smackin crowds, Plan B I got a lot to say
Take it night to day, pray it’s safe that way
That all your blood, sweat, and tears
Would really pay one day
Not a chance they will tell you
With a glance under certain circumstance
What you doing with your time?
And what you got for plans?
Probably take a few trips
And fly across the country
Sippin champagne, first class kinda comfy
I never doubted that it happened for a certain reason
Just thought I had it planned out
Got a piece of the pie
Reaching high with my arms to the sky
While the world tries to tell me
That we living a lie
I don’t even know why I let it go to my cabeza
Hate to say goodbye
But the time has come to hit the road
Open air feeling like a breath from the soul
Riding down 40 West til I hit the coast

Chorus