Against the Wind - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Transit22]

Melancholy Culkin

Moscow mule

I’m a Buzzkill buzz cut

Cockeyed fool

The jig is up

I’ve given up

I’m goin fisticuffs

In the cut

With some indica

I dont piss in cups

I’m Ron Swanson

Rebel with a conscience

TV Dinner Swanson

Han Solo on a TaunTaun

Baby shake your bonbon

Never was a Don Juan

Driving through the city in a hearse writing my swan song

Lordy Lordy we survived another minus 40

We drove our tires down to dust but that’s beside the story

We broke our backs

We broke our pride

But that’s the price of glory

Nobody’s better than the next, I live my life according

Bring it down

Even ground

Don’t bow the King’s a clown

We won’t fail

Tooth & nail

Don’t even see your crown

We will not lay back

This shit is payback

[Chorus]

We’re toe to toe with the overthrow

We see the wall but can’t stop us getting over though

Keep climbing til we break every limb

Only life that we’ve known is a life against the wind

(only, only life we’ve known is a life against the wind)

[Verse 2: P.O.S ]

Nothings cool

Ain’t Nobody hot

Ain’t nothing rules

Shit is lame

These men are trash

Them chicks the same

Bored with boredom

Like boredoms my first and middle name

It’s not tho

I ain’t got one

That’s p.o

With a shotgun

Jokes

Against the easy

Against the wind

Against the wins

If wins is pleasing em

Feel the fleeting

Retreat and run

Been done

Big dun

Forks in

Riding through the city on a bus writing that next shit

Holy moly we survived another shot at glory

Perceptions relative as fuck

But that’s another story

Holy buckets these little chuckleheads

Brought they knuckles

Like no one told em

That scrappings the wrong fight for struggle

Bucka bucka

Buckle up buttercup it’s a

Couple a total suckas

That wishin we came with muzzles

Nope Didn’t