sh*t Could Be Worse lyrics

[Verse 1]
I need a downer just to feel up
I need a memory to feel love
I need you shoving me into your wall
So I could feel right at home

[Refrain]
I think that I lost myself in pleasures of the flesh
I lost myself when I stopped caring that you started dating other men
In fact, it made me more confident
And 26 ain't going quite like I thought it would
The habits I picked up for dealing with my insecurities made me more insecure
I used to be more optimistic in my ways
"Advice My Younger Self Would Say:"

[Chorus]
sh*t could be worse
We could be dеad
There's beauty in lifе
We're dancing my friend
Yeah, sh*t could be worse
We could be dead
There's beauty in pain
So get over it

[Verse 2]
Buy stuff (Buy stuff)
I need applause so I can feel tough (Feel tough)
I'm standing on a mountain of my fans
Just to keep it together (Keep it together, y'all)
I used to say things like, "I wouldn't do it for the money!"
But all of my bills have been stacking up
And the Corona just f*cked up my touring
I'm pushing 30, I just wanna buy a place
But still my younger self would say
[Chorus]
sh*t could be worse
We could be dead
There's beauty in life
We're dancing my friend
Yeah, sh*t could be worse
We could be dead
There's beauty in pain
So get over it

[Spoken]
Jaja, tienes el botox
La vida es buena, ¿tú sabes?

[Verse 3]
Finally, I got a manager but then he dropped (Then he dropped)
'Cause he picked up some indie band who's record was
Much cooler than mine (I feel you, T. Swift)
And they had a viral video on YouTube (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Finally, I got a famous singer on a feature
But I'm not too good with ads (Nah)
So not a lot of people really heard it
(I think I should hire a marketing guy or something like that)

[Refrain]
Lessons that I'm learning 'cause I really wanna make it
There's no room for animosity or hatred
Everybody else is tryna make it too
And I could never blame them
I'm very insecure in my career
Every victory is like a stepping stone
And I'm not anywhere near the top
I don't think I'm gonna make it
So meet me at the bar at 7:30 (7:30, hoe)
Telling me about the sh*tty day you had at work
And how you hate your boss
Should make me feel a lot better
Stumble on my street at 2:30 (Oh, sh*t)
And if I'm lucky when I throw up in the gutter
My reflection's a younger me
And he starts singing

[Outro]
sh*t could be worse, so get over it
Yeah, get it over
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, sh*t could be worse, so get over it
Yeah, get over it
Whoa, whoa, whoa