Fingers Crossed
Nothing will go wrong today
No matter what anybody say
I don't care no more
I got a thousand and one problems
Crashing down on my noggin
Ain't no bother even talkin'
All that does is start the throbbin'
Of my head, feelin' dead, got to keep on making bread
'Cause if I can't pay the rent no more
I'll have to sell my leg
What is this, glass of piss
Is there some part that I missed
How to live my life and not get so undone when I remiss
There's no right, hold on tight
Keep on rocking through the night
Cause tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day
Wish I could say that's right
Nothing will go wrong today
No matter what anybody say
I don't care no more
No stupid games that they play
Would even get to me anyway
I don't care no more
We make ends meat, not grass fed
Can't worry 'bout the quality
Of just what I digest
Cause the car needs brakes
And I got another parking ticket
It's a hit, wonder why Im feeling sick
When a $50 ticket makes or breaks you
Know that's shit
But I gotta get up in the morning
Gotta keep on pushin
Gotta keep on making this bread until I'm yawnin'
And when I finally get it I'll probably be too old to even enjoy it
What the shit, who designed our lives like this?
Gonna go drain my retirement
Go drinking on a ship common now
Nothing will go wrong today
I had no hope for it anyway
My optimism has all faded away
It's just a game that we play
High expectations and hell to pay
And all I want is to forget how to play
No matter what anybody say
I don't care no more
I got a thousand and one problems
Crashing down on my noggin
Ain't no bother even talkin'
All that does is start the throbbin'
Of my head, feelin' dead, got to keep on making bread
'Cause if I can't pay the rent no more
I'll have to sell my leg
What is this, glass of piss
Is there some part that I missed
How to live my life and not get so undone when I remiss
There's no right, hold on tight
Keep on rocking through the night
Cause tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day
Wish I could say that's right
Nothing will go wrong today
No matter what anybody say
I don't care no more
No stupid games that they play
Would even get to me anyway
I don't care no more
We make ends meat, not grass fed
Can't worry 'bout the quality
Of just what I digest
Cause the car needs brakes
And I got another parking ticket
It's a hit, wonder why Im feeling sick
When a $50 ticket makes or breaks you
Know that's shit
But I gotta get up in the morning
Gotta keep on pushin
Gotta keep on making this bread until I'm yawnin'
And when I finally get it I'll probably be too old to even enjoy it
What the shit, who designed our lives like this?
Gonna go drain my retirement
Go drinking on a ship common now
Nothing will go wrong today
I had no hope for it anyway
My optimism has all faded away
It's just a game that we play
High expectations and hell to pay
And all I want is to forget how to play
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Joyce, Zach Dyke, Joseph Memmel, Ryan Winnen, Chase Lawrence
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