"Astroturf" lyrics
Even the Jones' can't keep up (oh-oh-oh)
They heard the Miller's got a lake house
They don't even ski
Even the in-crowd's out of touch (oh-oh-oh)
They're trying to act all sad
Because happy is just so last week (oh-oh)
The finish line keeps moving farther back (oh-oh)
No one likes the place where they're at
So get everything you're dreaming of
But don't get mad when you still think your life sucks, 'cause—
It might seem sweeter, but afterwards, oh, it hurts
When you find out the grass ain't greener
It's astroturf (oh-oh)
If you're already complaining about the water
You'll probably find something wrong with Fiji
If you can't be happy in a Honda
You'll be crying in a Lamborghini
Oh, when will enough be enough?
When will you see that it's just—
One big race and we're all little rats tryna
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
One big race and we're all tryna (run) uh
It might seem sweeter, but afterwards, oh, it hurts
When you find out the grass ain't greener
It's astroturf (oh-oh)
It might seem sweeter, but afterwards, oh, it hurts
When you find out the grass ain't greener
It's astroturf (oh-oh)
One more bedroom, one more bath to fill
With things that make us sad
Just one more label, one more tag
To prove that we got it like that
Just one more overpriced new rug
To keep our problems covered up
'Cause that's the catch with catching up
You'll always be behind, because—
It might seem sweeter, but afterwards, oh, it hurts
When you find out the grass ain't greener
It's astroturf (oh-oh)
It might seem sweeter, but afterwards, oh, it hurts
When you find out the grass ain't greener
It's astroturf (oh-oh)
They heard the Miller's got a lake house
They don't even ski
Even the in-crowd's out of touch (oh-oh-oh)
They're trying to act all sad
Because happy is just so last week (oh-oh)
The finish line keeps moving farther back (oh-oh)
No one likes the place where they're at
So get everything you're dreaming of
But don't get mad when you still think your life sucks, 'cause—
It might seem sweeter, but afterwards, oh, it hurts
When you find out the grass ain't greener
It's astroturf (oh-oh)
If you're already complaining about the water
You'll probably find something wrong with Fiji
If you can't be happy in a Honda
You'll be crying in a Lamborghini
Oh, when will enough be enough?
When will you see that it's just—
One big race and we're all little rats tryna
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
One big race and we're all tryna (run) uh
It might seem sweeter, but afterwards, oh, it hurts
When you find out the grass ain't greener
It's astroturf (oh-oh)
It might seem sweeter, but afterwards, oh, it hurts
When you find out the grass ain't greener
It's astroturf (oh-oh)
One more bedroom, one more bath to fill
With things that make us sad
Just one more label, one more tag
To prove that we got it like that
Just one more overpriced new rug
To keep our problems covered up
'Cause that's the catch with catching up
You'll always be behind, because—
It might seem sweeter, but afterwards, oh, it hurts
When you find out the grass ain't greener
It's astroturf (oh-oh)
It might seem sweeter, but afterwards, oh, it hurts
When you find out the grass ain't greener
It's astroturf (oh-oh)
