"Golden Spoon" lyrics
They said to brush off your shoes, fall flat, and then get back on your bike
I watched the ones closest to me lose a passion for life
I'm at the corner store, in line for a bag of some ice
The dude in front of me gets cigarettes and Natural Lights
He lookin' dirty from a day of work
Asks for lotto ticket, says a prayer, and then he pays the clerk
Waitin' on the day it works
Waitin' on the day that somethin' pull him out of misery
And bankin' on the government's like waitin' on some wizardry, huh
See, when there's poison in the soil, you get withered trees
And when you can't afford the payments, you get bigger fees
You think the money just appears? This isn't Mr. Deeds
Man, God forbid depression doesn't make that trigger squeeze
Cut you up, took your life in turn, it really fucked us up
Everything felt normal 'bout a month ago, man, what was up?
I stay distracted, no escapin' it though
My therapist mentioned takin' it slow
But I don't know if we could take more (Yeah)
Got all these bills we couldn't pay for (Yeah)
The TV tell us we should make more (Yeah)
The churches tell us who to pray for (Yeah)
And I just couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Open ears, I'll listen to the spoken tears
Heineken Zeros, I'm doin' sober cheers
They hesitate to ask why it's a sober year
I went and cut my circle in half, now it's a open sphere
Open wounds, renovate, reopen soon, I wrote 'til noon
Thinkin' 'bout my hometown friends, I miss the old platoon
I'm reminiscin', drivin', tryna hold a tune
Note to self, everyone can eat, we all got golden spoons
So could you, someone gotta pull you out that sulkin' mood
I'm goin' for it, knock it out of orbit, someone warn the moon
Air it out, I'm Warren Moon
Clear-headed, meditated, rested, now I'm more in tune
Type of feelin' leave you warm as June
All the mental baggage I'm unpackin' out my storage room
Good distractions, no escapin' it though
But I don't know if we could take more (Yeah)
Got all these bills we couldn't pay for (Yeah)
The TV tell us we should make more (Yeah)
The churches tell us who to pray for (Yeah)
And I just couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
I watched the ones closest to me lose a passion for life
I'm at the corner store, in line for a bag of some ice
The dude in front of me gets cigarettes and Natural Lights
He lookin' dirty from a day of work
Asks for lotto ticket, says a prayer, and then he pays the clerk
Waitin' on the day it works
Waitin' on the day that somethin' pull him out of misery
And bankin' on the government's like waitin' on some wizardry, huh
See, when there's poison in the soil, you get withered trees
And when you can't afford the payments, you get bigger fees
You think the money just appears? This isn't Mr. Deeds
Man, God forbid depression doesn't make that trigger squeeze
Cut you up, took your life in turn, it really fucked us up
Everything felt normal 'bout a month ago, man, what was up?
I stay distracted, no escapin' it though
My therapist mentioned takin' it slow
But I don't know if we could take more (Yeah)
Got all these bills we couldn't pay for (Yeah)
The TV tell us we should make more (Yeah)
The churches tell us who to pray for (Yeah)
And I just couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Open ears, I'll listen to the spoken tears
Heineken Zeros, I'm doin' sober cheers
They hesitate to ask why it's a sober year
I went and cut my circle in half, now it's a open sphere
Open wounds, renovate, reopen soon, I wrote 'til noon
Thinkin' 'bout my hometown friends, I miss the old platoon
I'm reminiscin', drivin', tryna hold a tune
Note to self, everyone can eat, we all got golden spoons
So could you, someone gotta pull you out that sulkin' mood
I'm goin' for it, knock it out of orbit, someone warn the moon
Air it out, I'm Warren Moon
Clear-headed, meditated, rested, now I'm more in tune
Type of feelin' leave you warm as June
All the mental baggage I'm unpackin' out my storage room
Good distractions, no escapin' it though
But I don't know if we could take more (Yeah)
Got all these bills we couldn't pay for (Yeah)
The TV tell us we should make more (Yeah)
The churches tell us who to pray for (Yeah)
And I just couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
Yeah, I couldn't let it go
