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deadpan - broke baby boy lyrics

[verse 1: deadpan]
tweet about how you’re 18 and financially stable
bought a house, has cable
couple dogs, horse in the stable, kitchen table
gold legs with some blood stains ‘cause the ones making it labored fatally
congratulations, you’re rich as f-ck
told me if i’m not loaded by now, i should give it up
but mommy and daddy fed you every dime, kid
stock money doubled over several times, sh-t
i inherited stress, you never worked, why are you lying?
so obsessed with wealth, you want your grandfather to die quick

[verse 2: deadpan]
white and wealthy, holy matrimony
they never match the proceeds
cl-ssic phonies, my house is way smaller than master roshi’s
oh, you’re young and rich? i’m growing older and still sad and lonely
never throwing fits, they sh-t on their thrones, i kick back in nosebleeds
never talk sh-t to my face and you never will
rich pr-ck, act tough, no way, better chill
cash, wealth, money then, green
i’ll steal that if you’re bragging, so you better chill

[chorus: yc]
mama need to wash my clothes
belly out, eating domino’s
pb&j, peter pan, i might never grow
man child, man child, i might never grow

[post-chorus: deadpan]
i don’t even pay my phone bill, man child
deadpan lives at home still, man child
more mature ‘cause i’m working cl-ss
acting like you have the perfect grasp
since you’re so ahead of me in life financially
that means you’ll just be first to p-ss

[bridge: deadpan]
nice, that’s really awesome that you’re 18 and you have a bugatti

[verse 3: deadpan]
meet deadpan, the newest problem, deemed a pest like huguenots
leave my bed to brew a pot and see a speck of blue ganache
oops forgot, another year
super common are my mother’s tears
noodles ramen, keep my twenties weird
used to party with the musketeers
so old now i could be chugging beers
(wait, that got old) twenty-one now
dumbfounded, awestruck, f-ck off, bruh
adult stuff, oh you’re so tough?
nah, kid games, sh-t’s lame
doesn’t feel the same, man
missing the old times, a cyclical nosedive
into the pit of despair, abyss of the cold spines
jittery “oh my”s and gifts with the bowties
number-shaped candles reduced to fl!ckering glow-lights
creeping closer to death being alive
reason to cry, holding my breath, seasoned and wise
but bleeding inside, leave when i die
just another couple years ‘til i die

- deadpan lyrics

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