P-Tree - Who’d Have Thought Lyrics

What are the odds
That it's just this way
And we're better off
Probably not that great
What are the odds
That it's just this way
Better than not
Still unjust
And it sucks
It must stay
Whether or not
We can trust
It's tough
It can't be rushed
At least that's what
They say
What are the odds
That it's just this way
And we're better off
Probably not that great
I'm over thinking
How much
I be overthinking
"How much?"
You'll be over there thinking
Well it's enough to be rough
Alright?
Feel like drinking
And that's not a good sign
But fuck the Hollywood sign
If I'm not
Being myself
Bitch
Was only twelve
When I found out how to give it a shot
Was 16
When I learned to make it actually hot
And this me
Found a lot
More in an screen
Than anything that they taught me
Now an outlet to beat the coughing
I know you wanna see us
Down in the dirt
Caps leaving people hurt
Wanna see me eat
What you through away
Like that's helping me
Like you're making my day
You know my feet got blisters
And I'm twisted to numb the pain
In vain
It's all seeming
I wanna scream
But that won't make it okay
Part of me wishes you stayed
Part me hates you and wishes you pain
But most of me is thankful
Cause I gotta learn this shit some way
So thank you
What are the odds
That it's just this way
And we're better off
More than probably great
What are the odds
That it's just this way
Better than not
We'll adjust
And move on
That's just the crust
Of the cake
Weather what drops
You can trust
Your instinct
And think
Of every day
As your pay day
What are the odds
That it's just this way
And we're better off
More than probably great
No one can stop the fate
But everyone stops the faith
When obstacles lay ahead
At least that's what I've witnessed
Unfriendly bitch shit
They lose interest
When you need a helping hand
Turns out they we're doing decisions
To scissor me out
Ever since who knows when
Some pitiful clowns
And like I had Stockholm yo
I didn't want it to end
But it was better in the end though
I'll make new friends
No need to pretend now
I only got a few left
And I'm learning something new
Every time my shoes step
There's two types of Q's
But only one type is best
By definition
As far as quality I'm blessed
Some recognition
As far as quantity you're stressed
Either position
You got a lot or got less
I bet you wish you had the opposite
The problem is
You gotta find the best flaws
Cause we all got 'em bitch
Not perfect

What are the odds
That it's just this way
And we're better off
Probably not that great
What are the odds
That it's just this way
Better than not
Still unjust
And it sucks
It must stay
Whether or not
We can trust
It's tough
It can't be rushed
At least that's what
They say
What are the odds
That it's just this way
And we're better off
Probably not that great
I'm over thinking
How much
I be overthinking
"How much?"
You'll be over there thinking
Well it's enough to be rough
Alright?
Feel like drinking
And that's not a good sign
But fuck the Hollywood sign
If I'm not
Being myself
Bitch
Was only twelve
When I found out how to give it a shot
Was 16
When I learned to make it actually hot
And this me
Found a lot
More in an screen
Than anything that they taught me
Now an outlet to beat the coughing
I know you wanna see us
Down in the dirt
Caps leaving people hurt
Wanna see me eat
What you through away
Like that's helping me
Like you're making my day
You know my feet got blisters
And I'm twisted to numb the pain
In vain
It's all seeming
I wanna scream
But that won't make it okay
Part of me wishes you stayed
Part me hates you and wishes you pain
But most of me is thankful
Cause I gotta learn this shit some way
So thank you
What are the odds
That it's just this way
And we're better off
More than probably great
What are the odds
That it's just this way
Better than not
We'll adjust
And move on
That's just the crust
Of the cake
Weather what drops
You can trust
Your instinct
And think
Of every day
As your pay day
What are the odds
That it's just this way
And we're better off
More than probably great
No one can stop the fate
But everyone stops the faith
When obstacles lay ahead
At least that's what I've witnessed
Unfriendly bitch shit
They lose interest
When you need a helping hand
Turns out they we're doing decisions
To scissor me out
Ever since who knows when
Some pitiful clowns
And like I had Stockholm yo
I didn't want it to end
But it was better in the end though
I'll make new friends
No need to pretend now
I only got a few left
And I'm learning something new
Every time my shoes step
There's two types of Q's
But only one type is best
By definition
As far as quality I'm blessed
Some recognition
As far as quantity you're stressed
Either position
You got a lot or got less
I bet you wish you had the opposite
The problem is
You gotta find the best flaws
Cause we all got 'em bitch
Not perfect