Boy, this could be your year
You're making old man proud of you
Forget about the tears

On the level
See me eye-to-eye
Stand up like a man
Even from the underside

On the level
On the level

Man, I never had a choice
Never had a chance
Never had a voice

On the level
Carrying a name
Fall until my final days
Now who's there left to blame?

On the level
On the level

On the level
On the level
On the level
On the level

Composição: Mac DeMarco