Jim Horde - $7 PINTS Lyrics

Craving life like a happy hour
Yeah
Seven dollar pints with my mates
Huh
And twenty dollars for a cut of steak
Cut
Cut
Cut
Tyla
How'd you do it
How'd you make your music
Bring in a profit
Bring in a profit
Ye
The more I try
The more I seem to fail
I can see a white flag in the grey
A normal life
With a blondie wife
Fantasizing dancing on a foreign stage
At 4PM
In the heat of the day
Jump in the pit
With my friends of a plane
First class
Yeah we can drink champagne
10k fit
Narr bitch
I spent 50k on the chain
Get so famous
I can beef with Drake
Like K.DOT back then
Craving life like a happy hour
Yeah
Seven dollar pints with my mates
Huh
And twenty dollars for a cut of steak
Cut
Cut
Cut
Yeah I'm average
I can't really spit
I can barely sing
Deep inside
I'm a theatre kid
With a stupid dream
I got bills to pay
And mouths to feed
Feed away
I can see my bread deplete
My homies paid of property
And I'm still acting seventeen
Won't you try and stop the rain
Were blocking out
All our pain
We can chat about our lives
And try and live in yesterday
Just like Lorde with broken ribs
That won't ever be enough
No it won't be the same
Craving life like a happy hour
Yeah
Seven dollar pints with my mates
Huh
And twenty dollars for a cut of steak
Cut
Cut
Cut
Craving life like a happy hour
Yeah
Seven dollar pints with my mates
Huh
And twenty dollars for a cut of steak
Cut
Cut
Cut