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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Flood
Drums
Johann Yundt
Guitar
Noah Bolger
Electric Bass Guitar
Brady Lewis
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Bryan
Songwriter
Jim Flood
Songwriter
Johann Yundt
Songwriter
Noah Bolger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Fetchison
Engineer
Lyrics
Got a strip club at the end of my street, my bike got jacked it's been a hell of a week
3 am sirens keep me tossin n' turnin in my sheets
Peace of mind, or piece of the pie, capiche compadre it pays to comply
No sweat about the aftermath, that's the lay of the land in this habitat
Upfront, there's more made at the back, you know the areas grey when the markets black
Oh so you want the best bang for your buck
Big brute bouncers don't blink twice before they rough you up
Rather cut a cheque that's fat than a cheque that's clean
Everyone's trying to make ends meet, but me I'm at my wit's end
Skyscrapers at the city skyline, where you can buy stocks but you can't buy time
Rush hour, sour, better pick up the pace, crabs in a bucket, rats in a race
Twist my arm, no I'm pulling your leg its the death of a salesman, the pursuit to persuade
Streets or boardroom need a clique to contend, a friend of a friend, be not a means to an end
White kicks get dismissed once you kick the can, hey at least you were a part of the brand
Cause if you scratch my back I'll scratch yours too
Gold memberships, silver spoons
Rather cut a cheque that's fat than a cheque that's clean
Everyone's trying to make ends meet, it seems
When you play your part, it may feel like you're screwed from the start
You look up blinded by flashing lights, and you are left in the dark
If there's one thing you've learned from the trials on that cold winded winding road
You'd rather starve with your brothers, than feast on your own
Everyone's trying to make ends meet
Written by: Jack Bryan, Jim Flood, Johann Yundt, Noah Bolger