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fuck your ambition - chris orrick lyrics

[intro]
the way they measure winners makes me wanna be a loser
so i hang with all the sinners, love the beggar not the chooser

[verse 1: red pill]
so the cancer comes back
can’t stop the bloodbath with thumbtacks
can’t overcome that
and they work so hard, so they go so far
but so far, who’s really done that?
i think about ambition
does the horse draw the carriage
or the hanging of the carrot?
’cause this world is something else
they expect me to love their wealth
but i still can’t love myself
so find another lie to tell
these fairy tales about millionaires
came from nothing, wing and a prayer
make us love it, but we’re okay
still we gotta hear them say

[bridge]
everything that i got
yeah i got that on my own
see that money, see that car
see that castle i call home
see that yacht
see that job
yeah, i did that all alone
everything that i got
b-tch i got that on my own

[pre-chorus]
the way they measure winners makes me wanna be a loser
so i hang with all the sinners
love the beggar not the chooser
addicted to computers
generation consumer
you’ll see it later than sooner
treat symptoms instead of tumors

[chorus: red pill]
so f-ck your ambition
we don’t love your ambition
i’m in love with my failures
i’m in love with my misses
’cause everything you are is everything that makes you weak
i’m not reaching for the stars
i got my hands up in defeat
f-ck your ambition
yeah, f-ck your ambition
yeah, f-ck your ambition
yeah, f-ck your ambition

[verse 2: p.o.s]
yeah! dead in the doorway
home from the grind
heavy heart and a headache
shoes off, flick on someone else’s
life like it’s yours
wanting more feeling selfish
shit yeah, the clock ticks ridic
that uphill pitch is about as real as it gets
so go, come on, skedaddle
navigating a lake of fire with papier-mâché paddles
and weak hands, scared hearts make shitty scared plans
there’s no chance and no comparison
just cherishing the little bit of air i get
get it in
fill lungs, move, own footprints
yeah trying to fill my own d-mn shoes
i don’t see ’em if they purchase their personality, worthless
judging by the gift that they cursed with

[pre-chorus: red pill]
the way they measure winners makes me wanna be a loser
so i hang with all the sinners
love the beggar not the chooser
addicted to computers generation consumer
you’ll see it later than sooner
treat symptoms instead of tumors

[bridge]
everything that i got
yeah i got that on my own
see that money, see that car
see that castle i call home
see that yacht
see that job
yeah i did that all alone
everything that i got
b-tch i got that on my own

- chris orrick lyrics

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