Boy you're living out the dream
You do
A life of no consequence
Has come a little too soon
Oh it's true
There's no cause for alarm
That's just how we know you
No worries, I'll get the next one
I'll just be hanging around
Like a page from a book
With no story to tell
You always pick yourself
Up off the ground
Boy you're living out your car
But still
You're not looking for a regular job
Surviving off good will
And still
Punk as f*ck, giving up
Every day: unfulfilled
No worries, I'll get the next one
I'll just be hanging around
Like a page from a book
With no story to tell
You always pick yourself
Up off the ground
Lazy and shady
Unphased and amused
Courageous and tasteless
Spiteful and rude
Do what you say
Always say what you mean
At the end of the day
You keep living the dream
Weed Dealer & the Many Grams - Livin' the Dream Lyrics
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Boy you're living out the dream
You do
A life of no consequence
Has come a little too soon
Oh it's true
There's no cause for alarm
That's just how we know you
No worries, I'll get the next one
I'll just be hanging around
Like a page from a book
With no story to tell
You always pick yourself
Up off the ground
Boy you're living out your car
But still
You're not looking for a regular job
Surviving off good will
And still
Punk as f*ck, giving up
Every day: unfulfilled
No worries, I'll get the next one
I'll just be hanging around
Like a page from a book
With no story to tell
You always pick yourself
Up off the ground
Lazy and shady
Unphased and amused
Courageous and tasteless
Spiteful and rude
Do what you say
Always say what you mean
At the end of the day
You keep living the dream
You do
A life of no consequence
Has come a little too soon
Oh it's true
There's no cause for alarm
That's just how we know you
No worries, I'll get the next one
I'll just be hanging around
Like a page from a book
With no story to tell
You always pick yourself
Up off the ground
Boy you're living out your car
But still
You're not looking for a regular job
Surviving off good will
And still
Punk as f*ck, giving up
Every day: unfulfilled
No worries, I'll get the next one
I'll just be hanging around
Like a page from a book
With no story to tell
You always pick yourself
Up off the ground
Lazy and shady
Unphased and amused
Courageous and tasteless
Spiteful and rude
Do what you say
Always say what you mean
At the end of the day
You keep living the dream
Writer: Benjamin Van Wyk, Etienne Hachler, Gianluca Tadiello, Martin Barrios, Richard Staub
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Weed Dealer & the Many Grams
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Benjamin Van Wyk, Etienne Hachler, Gianluca Tadiello, Martin Barrios, Richard Staub