MAJOR LEAGUE LYRICS

"What You Make Of It..."

My dad says "Get wise before you're old son"
This is something no one ever learns from
Here I am to set this record straight
And truth be told about the Garden State

It's not the kids or the bands or the shows or my friends
It's the feeling of living life on the road
Reminding me of how much I hate this place

Soon you'll be saying "there goes the under rated kids who made it"
So thanks for nothing thanks for nothing
I've got my things all packed
Leaving this song behind for non believers
So Thanks for nothing thanks for nothing

I'm sick of partying with the same shady dudes
"Hey bro, check out my knuckle tats!"
A constant reminder of what I hate in this state
Arguing over who called next game
Way to make your parents proud
And Johnny's screaming the same old shit
We heard it all in his last band
Something about how his 'Friends are on Fire'
Well if they're all from this town I say we let 'em burn out

Soon you'll be saying "there goes the under rated kids who made it"
So thanks for nothing thanks for nothing
I've got my things all packed
Leaving this song behind for non believers
So Thanks for nothing thanks for nothing

So Listen up! and listen here close
It's nothing new to all the breaking out locals
I'm giving credit where the credit is due
And where it's not just assume this songs for you

Soon you'll be saying "there goes the under rated kids who made it"
So thanks for nothing thanks for nothing
I've got my things all packed
Leaving this song behind for non believers
So Thanks for nothing thanks for nothing
Thanks for nothing
Thanks for nothing

Thanks to Major League for these lyrics

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