P.O.S. - Thieves / Kings lyrics

We could live like thieves
We could live like kings
They could be the same thing
Yeah, they’re exactly the same thing
Either way you
We could work til our hands don’t
Work til our back don’t
Work til our head don’t hurt cuz we paid up
Or we could sit back

Soft hands and a soft ass artists soft dads
Mad at the wrong stuff no plans
Champion time suck all chance
Skills are abundant
But hustle beats skill when
Skill don’t hustle what’s that from?
Memes and daydreams these things escape me
Almost completely like often
Worry on it never high tide
Low tide either way you
Dyed in the Wool with the other
Out of step sheep lied on the stand
Bible in hand cry when I feel like the
Rest of y’all dead meat own man (I can)
Die on command if I wanna but I won’t
Cuz I’m gonna be afloat keep a milli on it
All bets on, let’s go
Keep it on till the breakdown
On til the breakthrough so on and so-so
So it goes no one knows dick
Cept we all alone
And this too shall (shut up) so it goes
Never so sick so so so
I just hope hope lasts paid up
Gain up either way you
Locked up opened up
Either way you toss back cup
Or a bit of cleaner vision whether
High road or low road
Either way you yeah

We could live like thieves
We could live like kings
They could be the same thing
Yeah, they’re exactly the same thing
Either way you
We could work til our hands don’t
Work till our back don’t
Work till our head don’t hurt cuz we paid up
Or we could sit back

Yeah, this one’s for Andre Durand
A symbol of actual action
Adventure A quality man
Appallingly talented, fearless, and yeah
Prolly as careless as every last one
Of my very best friends
And gone way too soon risk that
Fear that whatever you choose

We can live like kings
We can live like thieves
We can live like kings
They could be the same thing they are
Either way you either way you die
Either way you die