Big Stacks

Here it goes again If your the paper then I'm the pen I'm a tenant paying rent There's an estate in my head And you've come to collect I think I'm sobering up (I think I'm sobering up) But it's never enough, oh no Like when I got the flush And you somehow always call my bluff I guess it's just our luck Mixed with a little too much Cause you think that the world is buying And that you, you might be plug You might be the plug (You'll never be the plug) And you gotta keep livin Don't give'm anymore than you've already given But there's a 100 different reasons you can't come to a decision I think I'm calling it on us Falling in and out of touch, oh no Out to brunch and were both just trying to put a little bit more in our cups I guess it's just our luck Mixed with a little too much Cause you think that the world is buying And that you, you might be plug I guess it's just our luck Mixed with a little too much Cause you think that the world is buying And that you, you might be plug And there's no such thing as luck But enough is enough By now you should have realized that I don't I don't give a...