[Lyric] Round 3 (Trashed Ambulance)

Well it's not like I get off on this
But I never got the sense we bonded
Don't find solace in being a dick
Getting ill from all the stress

You think we'd figure this all out
Round 3; still hit below the belt

Just one in an infinite line
Same shit, different pile, different time
I don't feel wise when I plagiarize
But is this the real life?

You think we'd figure this all out
Round 3; still hit below the belt

The greasy truth is life ain't fair
Some people just aren't self aware

You think we'd figure this all out
Round 3; still hit below the belt
You think we'd figure this all out
Round 3; still hit below the belt