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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rare Americans
Performer
Jeff Quinn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Priestner
Songwriter
Lubomir Ivan
Songwriter
Jeff Quinn
Songwriter
Jan Cajka
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rare Americans
Producer
Ben Kaplan
Producer
Lyrics
Sometimes I drive and ignore the signs
Without a seconds thought
I'm not an asshole, but don't care about getting caught
My friend the lawyer pads his time
I think the man behind the man has got his hands
In both your pockets laughing
Grinding, like the milkman
Pull the strings, the people dance
On a leash like sheep herd, cash advance
Put enough in your pocket, your life's a loan
'Til you can't get straight, deep red, full-blown
You got no one to turn to and people you owe
You're a dope, head shakin', battered, broke
Life is tough man
We go on with the show
This life is tough man
And everybody knows
I call it as I see it
I'm straight as shooters go (go)
I might indulge a little
In this life, you never know (know)
I call it as I see it
I'm straight as shooters go (go)
I might indulge a little
I said "Fuck it" long ago
What is your play at the end of the day? (Should I know?)
Will you stay down or will you find a way? (I'll find a way)
What is your play at the end of the day? (I think I know)
Will you stay down or will you find a way?
I'll find a way (way, way, way)
I'll find a way
I call it as I see it
I'm straight as shooters go (go)
Why not indulge a little?
In this life, you never know (know)
I call it as I see it
I'm straight as shooters go (go)
Why not indulge a little?
I said "Fuck it" long ago
I said, "Fuck it, let it go"
Writer(s): Jan Cajka, Lubomir Ivan, Jeff Quinn, James Priestner
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