THREE SHEET lyrics : "Large Homes"
Became a cold soul when god took what he gave
Feeling sorry for himself making minimum wage
Listen up, this is why people sit and complain
I look back at the past with envious eyes
Not my past, the past before I'ze alive
Back when just for honor you were ready to die
Back when passion had no disguise
But those days no longer remain in session
The present is addressed with competitive aggression
Being pressed against the wall has been endless
Real world life issues get the sensor
Real life people talk get detention
And worst of all they say they do it for protection
So yea about that boy, he's doing ok
He's got security now, he's got the dough-ray
Chorus
He's a lost soul
Livin' in a large home
With a big front yard and a nice car
But he feels a little hallow
He bought a bar, owns a common estate
Has a big front yard with a mafia gate
Yea it took a lot of time to be head of the state
But he made a couple moves, won a couple debates
He was taught well by the system that created him
No mistakes made, he capitalized craniums
Wife and children, nice civilian
Rags to riches, some would say his life was brilliant
But a switch got turned off after he made millions
Wealth turned him into a type of chameleon
Yea the rags felt real unlike the riches
It felt wrong having a gold pot to piss in
Smile painted on his face
Miles away from grace looking for a sign of faith
But the sign never came, looking in the wrong place
Wasn't true to himself so his truth had escaped
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