Big Stacks

Here it goes again

If your the paper then I'm the pen

I'm a tenant paying rent

There's an estate in my head

And you've come to collect

I think I'm sobering up

(I think I'm sobering up)

But it's never enough, oh no

Like when I got the flush

And you somehow always call my bluff

I guess it's just our luck

Mixed with a little too much

Cause you think that the world is buying

And that you, you might be plug

You might be the plug

(You'll never be the plug)

And you gotta keep livin

Don't give'm anymore than you've already given

But there's a 100 different reasons you can't come to a decision

I think I'm calling it on us

Falling in and out of touch, oh no

Out to brunch and were both just trying to put a little bit more in our cups

I guess it's just our luck

Mixed with a little too much

Cause you think that the world is buying

And that you, you might be plug

I guess it's just our luck

Mixed with a little too much

Cause you think that the world is buying

And that you, you might be plug

And there's no such thing as luck

But enough is enough

By now you should have realized that I don't

I don't give a…