We stood in the kitchen looking for the answers A bag of fortune cookies sitting on the counter We thought "Fuck it, why not? " I guess it's worth a shot Cause we were both pondering a lot There are big changes ahead, but they will be good ones Mine said "You should go explore, and take a vacation" So fuck it, why not? I guess it's worth a shot That's the closest to a sign I ever got That's the closest to a sign I ever got
There's no guru There's no fast lane Happinеss, a working man's game You got no one but you to blame
If I could givе myself a few pieces of advice To a younger version of me coming from the same life What would I begin to write? What would I began to write?
First, don't fuck up your life Split-second decision ain't worth the price And no one wants to deal with the stress of making right It's easier to walk away than roll the dice Sometimes the safe bet's to think twice How many times I gotta give the same advice?
There's no guru There's no fast lane Happiness, a working man's game You got no one but you to blame
Compositores: Duran Ritz, James Priestner, Jan Cajka & Jared Priestner