Years

Seen a lot of different countries, seen a lot of different crowds (Yeah, yeah)
All the people in the streets like to show what they're about; the same thing
The more weight you take, all the less shit you gotta take (Okay)
But if you're into self inflicting, give yourself a fucking break, today

Life has a path for ya, hope it's not bad luck
Guess I'll keep my fingers crossed
Back to loading trucks, back to loading trucks

It's been a year to remember, not like the years before, I see
Forcefully you start to realize the shit that was ignored (Oh, fuck)
Paranormal, personal, left your things out on the floor (Pick it up)
Keep on digging my own way, 'til I get under the door, always

Life has a plan for ya, hope it's not bad luck
Guess I'll keep my fingers crossed
Back to loading trucks, back to loading trucks



Credits
Writer(s): Fletcher Shears
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