You got two choices
No matter the odds
You got a 50-50 chance of pissing somebody off
Do you fight?
Take a fight?
Do you throw it all aside?
Or do you find another reason to impress them all? (Why?)
I think my thoughts are all corroded
And the last time I could be myself was before I was a grown up
Stereotypes of a man who has privilege
Gotta follow the path, like it's a pilgrimage
My problems
Compare them to a Porsche
'Cause why would you complain when that's your horse?
Your privilege
Is all about your class
Next time I do complain please kick my
Two choices
I'm not complaining
I'm just really fucking bored
I guess the food I put on my plate
Makes me feel like I'm a fraud
What is it now?
How did I make myself the martyr?
Did somebody just found out that I don't use a real barber?
Oh, no okay
One more day in my life
Where things doesn't seem to go my way
I keep crying
Do you feel for me now?
Or should I write another song about how life has brought me down?
My problems
Compare them to a Porsche
'Cause why would you complain when that's your horse?
Your privilege
Is all about your class
Next time I do complain please kick my
Two choices
