Tripping pretty
Hit the concrete
We get by and we get in the swing of things
Sipping groovy
In our coffees
On my way to some place stranger than the last week
I turned my money
Into nothing
To be honest should have spent it on some groceries
He likes the days here freaking in sweet suns glare
I made a living out of doing this shit for a year
I'm thinking sweet thoughts
At that one spot
That we almost forgot
Where we'd be hanging out
Rub shoulders downtown
Always staring at the ground
Wearing our shoes down
Walking the troubles out
Drinking in those city sounds
Tripping pretty
Hit the concrete
We get by and we get in the swing of things
Sipping groovy
In our coffees
On my way to some place stranger than the last week
I turned my money
Into nothing
To be honest should have spent it on some groceries
He likes the days here freaking in sweet suns glare
I made a living out of doing this shit for a year
And as the days cease
Abandon streets
We're gratified at least
And you'll still be around
Days spent on my couch
But I'm not keeping count
Caddy Shack - Procastivity Lyrics
Caddy Shack - Procastivity Lyrics
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Tripping pretty
Hit the concrete
We get by and we get in the swing of things
Sipping groovy
In our coffees
On my way to some place stranger than the last week
I turned my money
Into nothing
To be honest should have spent it on some groceries
He likes the days here freaking in sweet suns glare
I made a living out of doing this shit for a year
I'm thinking sweet thoughts
At that one spot
That we almost forgot
Where we'd be hanging out
Rub shoulders downtown
Always staring at the ground
Wearing our shoes down
Walking the troubles out
Drinking in those city sounds
Tripping pretty
Hit the concrete
We get by and we get in the swing of things
Sipping groovy
In our coffees
On my way to some place stranger than the last week
I turned my money
Into nothing
To be honest should have spent it on some groceries
He likes the days here freaking in sweet suns glare
I made a living out of doing this shit for a year
And as the days cease
Abandon streets
We're gratified at least
And you'll still be around
Days spent on my couch
But I'm not keeping count
Hit the concrete
We get by and we get in the swing of things
Sipping groovy
In our coffees
On my way to some place stranger than the last week
I turned my money
Into nothing
To be honest should have spent it on some groceries
He likes the days here freaking in sweet suns glare
I made a living out of doing this shit for a year
I'm thinking sweet thoughts
At that one spot
That we almost forgot
Where we'd be hanging out
Rub shoulders downtown
Always staring at the ground
Wearing our shoes down
Walking the troubles out
Drinking in those city sounds
Tripping pretty
Hit the concrete
We get by and we get in the swing of things
Sipping groovy
In our coffees
On my way to some place stranger than the last week
I turned my money
Into nothing
To be honest should have spent it on some groceries
He likes the days here freaking in sweet suns glare
I made a living out of doing this shit for a year
And as the days cease
Abandon streets
We're gratified at least
And you'll still be around
Days spent on my couch
But I'm not keeping count
Writer: Jack Swain, Shae Cornelius
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