Gratitude Songtext

Well we better not fuck this up
Well we better not fuck this up
Ah, leave it lone

Well its two lines on em
And were pairing em down the cost
Well its two lines on em
Well ya better not put up a fuss
Well, I’m wide awake
Whoo-hoo

Well ya better not fuck this up
Well you better not fuck this up
While I’m away

Well, there ain't no other other
Well, there ain't no other other
I… 'ould bet a fortune

Where they tugging the bed, the foreground (well, there ain't no other other)

Have we been here before?
Where they tugging the bed, the foreground

Well I’m on my big bean field in the palm of your hand
And the palms are decimation wheres glass glaze lay dead
Well there's 6 whole fucking nations and who knows where they lay
Well you won't baylta patch that with a one slap slain sleigh

And that bread dont even cost no bread on my Mast head
And that bed ain't even made up and the Swing side cape dup
Well here is Indians in the graveyard and we built on top them
Well I wanna Comprehend ya but thats hard to give way
AH

Do we really know what happened to the clamped winter pass
I woulda bet a coat over highway pass
For every lil young ripple slapped on the back
Well I wanna comprehend you said no overpass

The very young thing chad with the sweater back
Said he ain't known no love so he just attacks
But I known a couple lovers some were quarterbacks
See can't you see hon that theres two a that
Now?

Well, There ain't no other other
Well, There ain't no other other , Lord
There ain't no other other

Well, There ain't no other other
For by a still water