True dat you can’t take it with you when you’re dead
That tin roof over ya head
So might as well stick it out living in the rent trap
Working nine to five but never seem to get ahead
It’s just a slice of hell gift wrapped living in the rent trap
Listening to the dripping tap while you’re tryna take a nap
But mind the tiny gap with fences butted back-to-back
Neighbors dogs yappn…no wonder people start snappn
Can just about hear em bakin cakes with their mates
Pretty hard to meditate, no wonder people medicate
Drop acid n gravitate onto another planet
Cause when the soul’s deflated…suffocated broken down n stalemated
Rattles at the cage in this game of snakes n ladders
Tight rope walking losing the plot hearing them pennies drop
Twenty years onto three hundred grand down the friggn drain
It’s enough to fill a cattle train but who’s to blame
When the cost of living keeps escalating it’s debilitating
Especially when ya plain Jane pay packet never does change
Remains the same it’s so friggn lame like an ingrown toenail
Pulsating from prominent veins a reminder of your age
No degree always destined to be paying off them personal loans
Cause the zipper got stuck before trippn on them cobblestones
Demon’s laughin at ya…tossing tomatoes at ya
Wish you’d gotten wiser sooner instead you’re just a loser
Cause they suck you bone dry attract flies like biltong hung-in-dung
Lookin down at cracked screens on hand-me-down phones
Oh yeah there’s no gold stars for being top of the class
No clinked glass in the school of hard knocks
So you better start praying cause you’re gonna need a doc
Just ask Annalese about shared housing baked beans n ripped jeans
Cause that’s the trade-off for one day living the dream
Checkered n pink her fee aint cheap but she’ll help you to sleep
Counting those sheep go bleat bleat bleat before they’re slaughtered to eat
It’s infuriating watching interest rates rise as we fight inflation
Should be celebrating…silver-plating…not figure-skating
But can’t see that eventuating with so many fingers
Proddin at that porky pie…no wonder people flip out n cry
Run n hide tired of being disqualified
They advertise cheaper bills with solar cells
But only ten bucks back means more friggn lies
Never quite had enough to build a frame in your own name
And when it’s time to leave they wanna cause you more pain
Cut off your wiener n take you to the cleaner
It’s always their way or no way burning up the oven trays
With cheap walls brittle drawers paper floors n busted balls
Grey claws n stupid laws makes you wanna slam them doors
And break on through to the other side
Cause it’s all take take take & nothin’s ever justified
I say fuck the rubber gloves n draino
This aint a home it’s just an empty piggy bank
Treated like a bum like a tramp
Shoulda kicked back sculled Jamaican rum
Instead of scrapin at the scum…
Shoulda listened to your mum n kept your eye on the sum
Magnified the Tenant Ledger
But now the Landlord at your old place
Got her knickers in a twist sending emails with a clenched fist
Failed condition reports n threats of taking you to court
Makes you wanna hit eject hit abort trampled by that juggernaut
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