| At school, they made fun of my clothes
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| Had a matching shirt and slacks, yeah, my mom made those
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| Rich kids smiling ear to ear
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| Catch 'em saying, «Smells like broke in here»
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| I’m getting paid but it’s hard to flex
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| When you ain’t got four zeros at the end of your checks
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| My dad worked hard for a roof over head
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| He never got us gifts, he gave us love instead
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| Never spoiled, yeah, I grew up right
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| I always dreamed of the better life fuck
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| Ethan Couch killing people with his binge, yeah
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| He got stricken with the affluenza
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| SoundCloud rapper, all silver and gold
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| But he ain’t got enough to buy a soul
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| Get them Yeezys and cars for cash
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| Ain’t got a dollar to wipe his ass
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| We just buying things, we can’t afford and
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| Barely getting by, should we thank the Lord for
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| All the things that we don’t have
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| We’re all so broke, yeah, face the facts, yeah
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| Clippin' coupons for a family of four
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| Minimum wage don’t cut it anymore
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| Single parents shopping clearance for a brand name
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| So you can fit in and pretend you’re doing okay
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| Never growing up poor makes you strong
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| Things are just things you won’t miss when they’re gone, yeah
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| We’re up against the sharp edge of a knife
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| But tell me (hey), ain’t that the life
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| We just buying things, we can’t afford and
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| Barely getting by, should we thank the Lord for
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| All the things that we don’t have
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| We’re all so broke, yeah, face the facts, yeah
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| We’re all on welfare
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| We’re all on welfare
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| Fourteen and there was nothing that could phase me
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| When the worst thing in life was a brain freeze
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| Look, Ma, no hands on my 10-speed
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| Ghost riding down the street by the Mickey D’s
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| I’m waving at planes like they see me
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| Telling wild stories like you’d ever believe me
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| Couldn’t pay a cop enough just to chase me
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| Yeah, we never had a penny when you raised me
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| We’re all on welfare
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| We’re all on welfare
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| Ain’t that the life
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| Ain’t that the life, uh
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| Ain’t that the life
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| We’re all on welfare
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| Ain’t that the life
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| Ain’t that the life, uh
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| We just buying things, we can’t afford and
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| Barely getting by, should we thank the Lord for
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| All the things that we don’t have
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| We’re all so broke, yeah, face the facts
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| Diamond rings and heated floors
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| The high life sure don’t love the poor
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| 'Cause all the things that we don’t have
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| We’re all so broke, yeah, face the facts
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| Ain’t that the life
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| Ain’t that the life, uh
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| Ain’t that the life
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| Ain’t that the life, uh
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| Ain’t that the life
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| Ain’t that the life, uh
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| We’re all on welfare
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| Ain’t that the life
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| Ain’t that the life, uh
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| Ain’t that the life
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| Ain’t that the life, uh
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| Ain’t that the life
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| Ain’t that the life, uh
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| We’re all on welfare |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Affluenza , by - Theory Of A Deadman. Song from the album Say Nothing, in the genre Иностранный рок