Affluenza - Theory Of A Deadman

At school, they made fun of my clothes

Had a matching shirt and slacks, yeah, my mom made those

Rich kids smiling ear to ear

Catch 'em saying, «Smells like broke in here»

I’m getting paid but it’s hard to flex

When you ain’t got four zeros at the end of your checks

My dad worked hard for a roof over head

He never got us gifts, he gave us love instead

Never spoiled, yeah, I grew up right

I always dreamed of the better life fuck

Ethan Couch killing people with his binge, yeah

He got stricken with the affluenza

SoundCloud rapper, all silver and gold

But he ain’t got enough to buy a soul

Get them Yeezys and cars for cash

Ain’t got a dollar to wipe his ass

We just buying things, we can’t afford and

Barely getting by, should we thank the Lord for

All the things that we don’t have

We’re all so broke, yeah, face the facts, yeah

Clippin' coupons for a family of four

Minimum wage don’t cut it anymore

Single parents shopping clearance for a brand name

So you can fit in and pretend you’re doing okay

Never growing up poor makes you strong

Things are just things you won’t miss when they’re gone, yeah

We’re up against the sharp edge of a knife

But tell me (hey), ain’t that the life

We just buying things, we can’t afford and

Barely getting by, should we thank the Lord for

All the things that we don’t have

We’re all so broke, yeah, face the facts, yeah

We’re all on welfare

We’re all on welfare

Fourteen and there was nothing that could phase me

When the worst thing in life was a brain freeze

Look, Ma, no hands on my 10-speed

Ghost riding down the street by the Mickey D’s

I’m waving at planes like they see me

Telling wild stories like you’d ever believe me

Couldn’t pay a cop enough just to chase me

Yeah, we never had a penny when you raised me

We’re all on welfare

We’re all on welfare

Ain’t that the life

Ain’t that the life, uh

Ain’t that the life

We’re all on welfare

Ain’t that the life

Ain’t that the life, uh

We just buying things, we can’t afford and

Barely getting by, should we thank the Lord for

All the things that we don’t have

We’re all so broke, yeah, face the facts

Diamond rings and heated floors

The high life sure don’t love the poor

'Cause all the things that we don’t have

We’re all so broke, yeah, face the facts

Ain’t that the life

Ain’t that the life, uh

Ain’t that the life

Ain’t that the life, uh

Ain’t that the life

Ain’t that the life, uh

We’re all on welfare

Ain’t that the life

Ain’t that the life, uh

Ain’t that the life

Ain’t that the life, uh

Ain’t that the life

Ain’t that the life, uh

We’re all on welfare