Sometimes I just don't like how the cards are dealt
Another day hasn't gone my way, nothing has changed
Work grows old, coming home to nothing gets older
Living check to check doesn't seem like a life at all
More often than not I'd like to say Fuck It
Gotta fiver for all week in my pocket
Ordering what and if I'll eat today
I just want a burrito and skate my life away
My Nintendo games have gotten boring
Girls are wack I'd rather be snoring
Things might be different in the morning
But I doubt it I doubt it