Lyrics Fortune Cookies - Rare Americans

We stood in the kitchen looking for the answers
A bag of fortune cookies sitting on the counter
We thought "Fuck it, why not?" I guess it's worth a shot
Cause we were both pondering a lot
There are big changes ahead, but they will be good ones
Mine said "You should go explore, and take a vacation"
So fuck it, why not? I guess it's worth a shot
That's the closest to a sign I ever got
That's the closest to a sign I ever got

There's no guru
There's no fast lane
Happinеss, a working man's game
You got no one but you to blame

If I could givе myself a few pieces of advice
To a younger version of me coming from the same life
What would I begin to write?
What would I began to write?
First, don't fuck up your life
Split-second decision ain't worth the price
And no one wants to deal with the stress of making right
It's easier to walk away than roll the dice
Sometimes the safe bet's to think twice
How many times I gotta give the same advice?

There's no guru
There's no fast lane
Happiness, a working man's game
You got no one but you to blame