Louis Logic - Look On The Blight Side lyrics

You will run out of time
You will be cut short
Before you've really found your prime
You still need much more
Down the line you're only building up toward
The dust storm
Chillin' at your window cill and front door
You could get outta bed, but what for?
Sittin' on the couch instead
Scratching your nuts raw?
You're runnin' outta meds for
Your lovelorn heart
But they won't accept your
Card at the drugstore
And what's more, the pills don't help
And of course they won't prescribe
Enough to kill oneself
You found the one store in NY whose
Pharmacist is runnin' an honest biz
Except he gives you bills from hell
And somehow you're still compelled
To press on
You think that even bad luck runs out
Well you're dead wrong
You havin' fun now? Just wait till
Global warming makes us vampires
Who can't come out the
House till after sundown
Don't get up, it's just your life
Get your hopes up and it
Cuts you down to size plan for the worst and
Hope you're less surprised
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

I came across a thumbtack when
I stepped on it jumped back and put my foot
Flat in cat excrement
Well isn't that excellent?
I think I'll have a scribble at
My will and last testament
I'm not a pessimist, I bad luck a lot
I'm a rapper, and my dad was a cop
I got a lousy career
So I doused it in beer to drown it
I bet you that does the job
How do you steer a ship
You know's gonna sink?
You don't you let it slip
Right over the brink
Let's pretend the world is still flat
Go for a drink
Spill glass after glass and let
The boat skip the rink
If it stinks, yep, that bird did hit you
And it's not good luck, holmes
That shirt did fit you
Not to burst your tissue
But, your therapist'll never fix
Your first big issue

Don't get up, it's just your life
Get your hopes up and it
Cuts you down to size plan for the worst and
Hope you're less surprised
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
Don't get up, it's just your life
Get your hopes up and it
Cuts you down to size plan for the worst and
Hope you're less surprised
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

The world is filthy your
Girlfriend will cheat
It kills me that you pay so much
For stuff the sky spills free
Brrr, it's chilly for an ugly guy on trial
When you've got the kinda smile
That the judge'll find guilty
Hmm another fine? Bill me
The check is in route
But, I expect it to bounce
If those creditors that never give
Up get in this house
It won't be for my checking account i
Bet they try and kill me you find it silly
Well I find it inconvenient
That the very guy who built me's
Sense of timing isn't lenient
Why'd the devil bother hiring the demons?
Stop the fire! The cost has
Gotten higher with each season
God's a writer
And I'm a character employed to be hurt
It's not required
But he's actually enjoying the work
Spoiler alert… the story's gonna end with him
Burying the boy in the dirt

Don't get up, it's just your life
Get your hopes up and it
Cuts you down to size plan for the worst and
Hope you're less surprised
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
Don't get up, it's just your life
Get your hopes up and it
Cuts you down to size plan for the worst and
Hope you're less surprised
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

Plan for the worst and
Hope you're less surprised
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies