"No Troubles" lyrics
"No Troubles"
Your shit is a mess
You're up to your neck
Early mornings, till you hit the deck
I am confused
Keep changing my mind
I'm run-in, in circles at night
You feel alone
Not part of the pack
Spend so much time looking back
I am anxious
I'm stuck in a trap
Man we just need to relax
Not thinking about our troubles, tonight
We look for the light
Get lost in the moment, and live, ya get 1 life!
No stressing' bout tomorrow, that's right
Park your troubles for the night
Park em for the night
As we, look for the light
As we look for the light
How can you thrive?
In a world that divides?
Truth lies, no wonder we hide
You're on your phone
12 hours a day
Fighting so hard for clout that don't pay
The world can be ugly, it can be so unkind
We gotta blow some steam off
We gotta leave the mess behind
Not thinking about our troubles, tonight
We look for the light
Get lost in the moment, and live, ya get 1 life!
No stressing' bout tomorrow, that's right
Park your troubles for the night
Park your troubles for the night
As we look for the light
As we look for the light
Are you feeling down
Are you feeling low
Just rock to the beat
And lose control
Are you feeling down
Are you feeling low
Just rock to the beat
And lose control
The first time is sweet as wine
The second time is just as fine
The first time is sweet as wine
The second time is just as fine
Writer(s): James Priestner, Lubomir Ivan, Jan Cajka, Duran Ritz
- AZLyrics
- R
- Rare Americans Lyrics
album:
"Searching For Strawberries: The Story Of Jongo Bongo" (2023)
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