Blake Mills - Press My Luck lyrics
[Blake Mills - Press My Luck lyrics]
Clean up after your ass
And under all that clutter
Was straight-up broken glass don't worry
I won't press my luck
I know things get clearer
When they're fucked
Another wildfire season
Ripping through the face
I'm almost getting used to
The futuristic hellscapes don't worry
I won't press my luck
Things start getting clearer
When they're fucked
Robot arms can't hold me
The healing was a scam
And someone checks my vitals
But think I'm dying, man don't worry
I won't press my luck
I know things gеt clearer
When thеy're fucked
When you moved you left me
Burned another bridge carloads off to donate
Fucking garbage in the fridge don't worry
I won't press my luck no
Things start getting clearer
When they're fucked