Russel by Chase Huglin Lyrics

(Two, three, four...)
(Two, three...)

Everybody has a routine, you've got to find it
Everyone's looking for love, I'm just looking for you
Can't decide which to do

Find a job, buy a house, make a baby
Travellin' is cool, but I'm burnt, think I'm done for now
Somehow

I always feel like I need something more
Crossing countries, crashing hardwood floors
I don't know if it's what I want anymore

Nine to five, forty a week, I am stranded
Fifty-four dollars this week, I replace what I eat
Then I sleep

I've always felt like I need something more
Crossing counties, crashing new friends' floors
(I don't know if it's what I want anymore)
You actually pay for pay-per-view? You're fucking crazy
Then I found I'm jealous of you, should I love what I do?
Just wondering about you

Buying things you never use, you own a bass boat
Wash it but it's clean enough, I don't understand you
But I want to be you

I've always dealt with needing something more
Crossing state lines, using old friends' floors
I don't know if it's what I want anymore