Luke Wynn - Golden Corral

Zillow
Lookin for a mansion, yah
Knowing I don't got the money
For expansion yet
Tryna please her
No Johansson yah
We broke
But waiting on my taxes yah
Baby girl sleepin on the mattress yah
Son on the floor on a pallet yah
Late nights at the Stu
Cause I'm talented
But I'm fueled cause I'm tryna make it outta here
Hungry
Treated like a scavenger
Doin instacart
Three batches yeah
Snow in my shoes
And my jacket's wet
We had Faith in the basket yeah
Had a dream of grandeur yeah
Felt God gave a sign like cancer yeah
Put a O on a calendar
Made plans to escape
To Los Angeles
Wanted my dreams fulfilled
Spoke to my wife she believed it's real
Spoke to my son, thought the beaches ill
Daughter could model for Huggies for real
My music alone could get me a deal
Go to LA and get me a Mill
Split with the fam, now we eatin meals
Polar opposite of what Reno deals
But we gotta have a plan b
Gotta college degree
Keep it handy
Now I'm on indeed
Search for anything
I'll work in a office
You can call me Stanley
I'm tryna compete with a stampede
On zoom interviews
Dressed like Dennis Graham be
Just tryna provide for my family
Got denied, pushin my son on a black swing
He asked me why I got quiet
I said what
He said why the sudden silence
Saw a glimpse of defeat in my eye and
Possible dreams go extinct
Like the Mayans
Put a EP out
No one buyin
Been streaming myself
Can't deny it
Now I see how hopeful my little guy is
Instead of the truth
I resorted to Lying
I said Your momma is missin us
Let's go back to panther
And pick her up
Let's get some pizza for dinner, huh
For dessert to hit the paleteria
Through disappointment the show went on
Turn the soundtrack
To greatest showman on
He sang every word
And I sang along
He said it's the best day ever, is it not
I smiled and pulled up to pizza plus
Order pepperoni and some wings for us
Took the cups went to get drinks for us
Saw the homie waving,
went to see what's up
He told me bout all he was doin
Just bought a crib and his pockets are boomin
Work at a wharehouse, his wife doin to and
They plan to retire when 2042 ends
Asked me if I'm chasin my passion
Smirked and he said I ain't made for that madness
He said, The industry's a savage
He'll hook me up makin $15 on average
I told him nah
I'm headed to Cali
He said me too
He wanna go badly
There's a golden corale
And he's tryna eat fancy
This Sunday they all headed there with his family
I went right back to
Zillow
Lookin for a mansion yeah
I dream different
I ain't standard yeah
I am a star
Not a stand-in yeah
I am a star
Not a stand-in yeah
The job called back
And they want me, yeah
I told them that I want more money yeah
Then hung up the phone
Cause I won't be slept - on
And if it ain't M's
Please don't speak
What you see now
Just a pit stop
We tryna get a billy
Buy a island
Get a Lambo
Have it rinse off
Don't speak if you settled for a quick job
Don't speak if your name ain't Elon
We tryna get rich like Steve Jobs
Tryna change the world like Jesus
Ain't settle for anything but my dream job

Written by:
Jeremiah Wynn

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