Letras
If you're lucky if you play your cards right
Once a year, come around, bleed you dry
Twenty five hundred, midnight tonight
Or we'll send you back on the morning flight
If you're killing, if you're top of the class
Come round and sell some of yourself by the glass
Yes its a habit, so's goin' to the gym
If you don't keep playing then you never win
It's the little things keep piling up
Bigger and bigger 'till I lose my shit
Laughing and screaming in the parking lot
Such a funny moment that I lost my
If you do better than like half of your friends
You'll get to worry bout the chance of it ending
Just good business, the corners to cut
'Till you're just scared silly about giving it up
If you should the get chance to live in the dream
And see how much of it is vague in its meaning
I recommend you rant on top of your friends
Unsure if there's anyone listening in
It's the little things keep piling up
Bigger and bigger 'till I lose my shit
Laughing and screaming in the parking lot
Such a funny moment that I lost my grip
I take a walk back to my place
And this is not important to the story
But to get to my place
I gotta walk by this deaf and blind old German shepherd named Tony
Now Tony gets spooked as I walk by, and freaks out
And him freaking out makes two nearby neighborhood dogs freak out
And that makes two roosters from up my street freak out too
And all I can say is that I fucking feel you
I fucking feel you
It's the little things keep piling up
Bigger and bigger till I lose my shit
Laughing and screaming in the parking lot
Such a funny moment that I lost my grip