Can't Be Planned
Sitting in the truck
Thinking my life's really fucked
Did I throw it in the gutter or just get bad luck
I don't know but I'm feeling like I'm dying
Maybe I should just quit trying
But I was the one that was lying
So my girl done left me
Cuz I was so unhealthy
A stupid piece of shit
The opposite of friendly
Now I'm real unsteady
Heart is feeling fucking heavy
Probably just should fucking end me
But I'm out in Canada stressing
Fucking fishing with the family
I cannot be edgy, but my head is messy
But my head is messy
Catch me rowing slow
Trolling in the boat
Got them highs and lows
And I just wanna pack my shit
And go home
Well if I can't catch this fish
God damn I be damned
But sometimes life just
Can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Well if I can't catch this fish
God damn I be damned
But sometimes life just
Can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
I wish I could be there for you
But you don't want me to pull through
So I'm living with a heart that aches
When I'm anxious I get the shakes
I sit down and tell myself I'm safe
If I break down, it's far too late
I'm living alone in my brain
Wish you were here
But you said fuck the pain
Pain
Well if I can't catch this fish
God damn I be damned
But sometimes life just
Can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Well if I can't catch this fish
God damn I be damned
But sometimes life just
Can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Making ratatouille
Like I'm in the movie
I'm looking for some love
While the coffee brewing
I'm chilling with the fish
With a bag that's Louis
Shout out to my ex
I wish she never knew me
See now she's better off
Just like a Molotov
She's soon to blow
Just like I did
Then hit the rock
Rock bottom
I'm fishing with a few problems
What the fuck you know
Bout heart break and vacation balling
See now I'm fucking sobbing
Tryna be at peace but you fucking Robin
See I don't need to seize, just need a coffin
And to fucking breathe some fresh air
But it's hard to be right fucking here, yeah
Thinking my life's really fucked
Did I throw it in the gutter or just get bad luck
I don't know but I'm feeling like I'm dying
Maybe I should just quit trying
But I was the one that was lying
So my girl done left me
Cuz I was so unhealthy
A stupid piece of shit
The opposite of friendly
Now I'm real unsteady
Heart is feeling fucking heavy
Probably just should fucking end me
But I'm out in Canada stressing
Fucking fishing with the family
I cannot be edgy, but my head is messy
But my head is messy
Catch me rowing slow
Trolling in the boat
Got them highs and lows
And I just wanna pack my shit
And go home
Well if I can't catch this fish
God damn I be damned
But sometimes life just
Can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Well if I can't catch this fish
God damn I be damned
But sometimes life just
Can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
I wish I could be there for you
But you don't want me to pull through
So I'm living with a heart that aches
When I'm anxious I get the shakes
I sit down and tell myself I'm safe
If I break down, it's far too late
I'm living alone in my brain
Wish you were here
But you said fuck the pain
Pain
Well if I can't catch this fish
God damn I be damned
But sometimes life just
Can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Well if I can't catch this fish
God damn I be damned
But sometimes life just
Can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Life can't be planned no
Making ratatouille
Like I'm in the movie
I'm looking for some love
While the coffee brewing
I'm chilling with the fish
With a bag that's Louis
Shout out to my ex
I wish she never knew me
See now she's better off
Just like a Molotov
She's soon to blow
Just like I did
Then hit the rock
Rock bottom
I'm fishing with a few problems
What the fuck you know
Bout heart break and vacation balling
See now I'm fucking sobbing
Tryna be at peace but you fucking Robin
See I don't need to seize, just need a coffin
And to fucking breathe some fresh air
But it's hard to be right fucking here, yeah
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Writer(s): Andrew Hayes
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