Betrayal in busloads
All the kids at home
All the kids who’ve hear my name
Been asking their friends a lot about me
Do you think she’ll make it big
It’s okay you can tell me I won’t tell her if you don’t
They gettin’ desperate tryin’ to find someone who doesn’t think so

They been droppin’ surveys in mailboxes
Waiting outside a hundred garaged
Hoping someone will finally knock it
Too threatened to ever drop it

Free flowing boxed wine pouring out of spickets
They scared of parkin’ too close and gettin’ tickets
I’m scared of pullin’ triggers
Scared of it slippin’ through my fingers

I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name
And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me
They got the freezer door open
Cooling the whole state
Flutes in the cupboard
Ready with the chilled champagne
Dreaming of bitter ends
And toasting fallen friends
I Twenty I know you been dreamin'
Don't worry 'bout people that's hatin'
Keep your eyes on the prize and you got it
No free work need to deposit
You been workin' for a long damn time
No fifty no it ain't my line
Mama said you'd be a star
Dreamin' 'bout the money and the cars
We was poppin' bottles at the bar
And humbleness will really take you far
You work and you eat
And stay real and it's free
You work and you eat
And stay real and it's free

Free flowing boxed wine pouring outta spickets
They scared of parkin’ too close and gettin’ tickets
I’m scared of pullin’ triggers
Scared of it slippin’ through my fingers

I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name
And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me
They got the freezer door open
Cooling the whole state
Flutes in the cupboard
Ready with the chilled champagne
Dreaming of bitter ends
And toasting fallen friends
I guess I ruin lame parties when I walk in
Just the fact that I’m on my feet
Means they can’t raise a glass to my efforts yet
I got a million eyes starin’ my way
Hatin’ me
It’s like I ruined their holidays
They call me back so they can push me away
Give me a taste
Of a thousand ruined holidays

I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name
And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin’ ‘bout me
They got the freezer door open
Cooling the whole state
Flutes in the cupboard
Ready with the chilled champagne
Dreaming of bitter ends
And toasting fallen friends