3% Songtext
von Hobo Johnson

You should go and quit your job
And make all of those dreams come true
How is your self esteem? Huh?
That′s important in what you're about to do

Don′t talk to your friends
Their opinion holds so much weight
And it doesn't make sense
Even your family
Parents just don't understand
Except for Will Smith, he′s got a great understanding

Make the time
Drop school, and people, and work, to play
Music all night
You′ll make an dollar an hour, at least you'll like your life

And roll with the punches
Even when it feels like you′re getting fucking jumped
But you're a real bad judge of it
Hold on tight, boy
Might be a fucking hell of a ride


But, but, but they said it′s a 3% chance
That I'm gonna make it
That′s a little bit less than what it is in my mind
But it's okay, I think I can take it

They said it's a 3%, my friends
That′s what they said
And then I sat there and thought about it
And almost believed it for a sec

But I think that they′ll love me
Yeah, if my soul is tainted and ugly
Tainted enough where no one
Should ever want stuff from me, but I'm lucky

Lovely people say such nice things for no reason
Except for the songs that I sing them
When I was eighteen I fucking prayed to God
That one day I′ll sing and the crowd would stop

But I'm still waiting
For the jaws to be dropped and the bras to be sailing
I′m still waiting
For the big contract and a payment


I'm still waiting
For all of my own friends to eat all of their own words
I bet it′ll taste like blood sweat and tears
And the fear of regret and that ever elusive

3% chance
That I'm gonna make it
It's a little bit less than what it is in my mind
But it′s okay, I think I can take it

They said it′s a 3%, my friends
That's what they said
And then I sat there and thought about it
And almost believed it for a sec

But now, it′s me versus the world
In a competition to see who could be less shitty
Hold your own and if it floats your boat
Then you should row that boat home

But if my boat starts to sink
I'll probably just stop singing and writing poems
Cut my fucking hair and
Quit eating like I′m homeless
Get a job

But I said, I made two hundred dollars in my first week
Just playing music and being who I want to be
She said "You think that's acceptable?"
"You think that′s an acceptable amount?"
"I made twice the amount working at a shitty fucking job that I hate
And every morning when I wake up I get really sad
And I was just about to say at my friends birthday party
Before they cut me off, I was just about to say
Wait, wait, wait, wait
You think that's an acceptable amount?

It's a 3% chance
You′ll be happy
Doing the same thing you do everyday
For the next ten years

I think that′s a 3% chance
That when I say "Today's the day!"
You′ll understand