Low Expectations - Chris Wright

Gold chains, no change for me

New cities, new page

New house, same ol' days for me

Can’t change my ways

I’m focused on here today

I’ll focus on you tomorrow

I know lately we both suffering

But I got no joy you can borrow

Sentences, I’m only going so far

Been a minute since they towed my car

Little visions of a sold out bar

I dream of low expectations

I aim for the stars, yeah

But I never shoot for the stars

Yeah I’ll keep my hand out the jar

I dream of low expectations

Little side things all wanna find center

So I don’t mind being lost in the lines, send me home

I can’t decide why I like to side with sinners

Cause little lies tend to climb up the spine, chilling bones

Big day, and he’s A1

In a bread bar, with the lights off

And the curtains closed, and the peace comes

But it never shows, and it’s all lies

But it’s okay, cause the sun’s out

And we here to stay, it’s my life

Live it my way, but I gotta keep it on the up and up, right?

Sentences, I’m only going so far

Been a minute since they towed my car

Little visions of a sold out bar

I dream of low expectations

I aim for the stars, yeah

But I never shoot for the stars

Yeah I’ll keep my hand out the jar

I dream of low expectations

Little side things all wanna find center

So I don’t mind being lost in the lines, send me home

I can’t decide why I like to side with sinners

Cause little lies tend to climb up the spine, chilling bones

(Chilling, chilling bones)

(Up the spine, chilling bones)

(Chilling, chilling bones)

(Climb up the spine, up the spines, chilling bones)

Gold chains, all a lie

Gold chains, all a lie

Gold chains, all a lie

Gold chains, all a lie