Racing through the city on a beat-up scooter high Cheap shades, vintage t-shirt, think we're too lit to die Flipping off our future while we dodge what's coming fast Living like tomorrow's fake and today won't ever last How the hell we get here? Man, nobody really knows Might be all the drinks we crushed, or just how this life goes Maybe it's just destiny (like I give a shit) Go preach that deep stuff somewhere else, we're done with all of it Thank fuck we're still breathing Last ones left to laugh Thank fuck we made it through this mess Can't remember all the ones we lost along this path (We're the lucky ones) (Wonder who didn't make the cut)
