Into It. Over It. - Local Language
I'm always struggling to find the best place to start
I'm always in the in between
And where the car is parked
But then you made yourself clear
A high court of common low rent judicial peers
So I swore off your local language
And started backing off
Well it's one wall missing where there should be four
Your trust fund tipping off a common score
A treasure for who does your saving
A keep where your father's accounting
Has balanced the checks on the uneven floor
As I swore off your local language
And started backing off
I guess it's easy to be so pleasantly pleased
When it's Dad's autograph always signing the lease
So now I'm backing off
I'm so friggin' sick of always backing off
I'm always struggling to find the best place to stay
I'm always in the in-between of a parking space
While you're projecting on favors annulled
Talking **** with expressions you stole
From the face of a dollar who's earning your pay
So I swore off your local language
And started backing off
I guess it's easy to say
That we're not the same when the real world
Is out there but can't carry your weight