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Nowadays, everybody seems caught up on what the next man does Like we ain't got enough stuff that we got to worry about That really just pertains to us And then we go and make up excuses That only seem to make us feel useless Give reasons why we can't seem to do All the things that we said that we'd get done Well, I know, life has beaten you down into the ground And you're fed up, ain't much more you can take You try to turn it around, it knocks you down But you get up and put a smile on your face And everybody in town will run their mouth Like you care, but you don't listen, no way 'Cause ain't no feelin' that's better Than walkin' around with your head up Who gives a damn what they say? They all might not like the way you are But you're out there doin' your thing We can't all be pushin' fancy cars But we out there doin' our thing We ain't all got time to burn, to learn about the finer things All we got are the things we have And shit, there ain't nothin' wrong with that Hey now, I know this life is a grind Got you jugglin' your family, your hobbies, your nine-to-five Tryin' to reignite a passion that somewhere along the line, you let die Playin' guitar, datin' your wife, playin' some ball Takin' the bike out for an all-day type of ride Huntin' and fishin' with all the guys Maybe I'm wrong but, maybe I'm right Take some advice, maybe you should quit trippin' Off the shit that don't get you high, 'cause Everybody got somethin' to say About everybody else if you ain't livin' their way But one thing that I've learned is, "Don't pay 'em no mind" 'Cause when the chips are down, and you go all in Some folks will bet against you, they don't want to see you win The ones that really matter are already right by your side So fuck them They all might not like the way you are But you're out there doin' your thing And we can't all be pushin' fancy cars But we're out there doin' our thing We ain't all got time to burn, to learn about the finer things All we got are the things we have And shit, there ain't nothin' wrong with that They all might not like the way you are But you're out there doin' your thing And we can't all be pushin' fancy cars But we're out there doin' our thing We ain't all got time to burn, to learn about the finer things All we got are the things we have And shit, there ain't nothin' wrong with that They all might not like the way you are But you're out there doin' your thing And we can't all be pushin' fancy cars But we're out there doin' our thing We ain't all got time to burn, to learn about the finer things All we got are the things we have And shit, there ain't nothin' wrong with that
Writer(s): James Elliot, Wesley Breit Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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