Big House Songtext
Little feet with drooly mouth
Likes to play, he does a lot
Give him time, he needs to learn to love
City life it's what he's got
Wealthy yet he's still a sprout
Give him time, he doesn't understands
Spend time on iphones
Into the net
Likes to play, he does a lot
Give him time, he needs to learn to love
City life it's what he's got
Wealthy yet he's still a sprout
Give him time, he doesn't understands
Spend time on iphones
Into the net
Little does he know
Life is full of jokes
Big house, good food
Blue pool, too cool
Big pays, chaffeurs
New shirt, new shoes
We are grateful
Pray on friday
Figures triple
Purses for sale
Big housе, good food
Blue pool, too cool
Big pays, chaffeurs
New shirt, nеw shoes
We are grateful
Pray on friday
Figures triple
Purses for sale
Nothing to be proud of
Nothing to be proud of
If you're born like this how hard can I get back home?
Has a girl he likes a lot
She is nice and he is rough
Give him time, he needs to learn to love
Guilt is building in his gut
Thinks too much about his life
Give him time, he doesn't understands
Hangs out on fast foods
Thinking of death
Little does he know
Life is so much more
Big heart, good deeds
Night with family
Music, movies
Trips to countries
Friends and parties
Concerts, good meals
Wasting 20
To escape the
Anger, laughter
Sad to better
Changes, offers
Thoughts of self worth
Work and hustle
Cash forever
Guilt and pleasure
Friends grow farther
Parents, carer
We need lovers
Stress and pressure
We all suffer
Stupid choices
Still do matter
Life is good when were together
Driving slowly to the rural
Chasing money till the funeral
I don't know when I can catch a break
Life is full of jokes
Big house, good food
Blue pool, too cool
Big pays, chaffeurs
New shirt, new shoes
We are grateful
Pray on friday
Figures triple
Purses for sale
Big housе, good food
Blue pool, too cool
Big pays, chaffeurs
New shirt, nеw shoes
We are grateful
Pray on friday
Figures triple
Purses for sale
Nothing to be proud of
Nothing to be proud of
If you're born like this how hard can I get back home?
Has a girl he likes a lot
She is nice and he is rough
Give him time, he needs to learn to love
Guilt is building in his gut
Thinks too much about his life
Give him time, he doesn't understands
Hangs out on fast foods
Thinking of death
Little does he know
Life is so much more
Big heart, good deeds
Night with family
Music, movies
Trips to countries
Friends and parties
Concerts, good meals
Wasting 20
To escape the
Anger, laughter
Sad to better
Changes, offers
Thoughts of self worth
Work and hustle
Cash forever
Guilt and pleasure
Friends grow farther
Parents, carer
We need lovers
Stress and pressure
We all suffer
Stupid choices
Still do matter
Life is good when were together
Driving slowly to the rural
Chasing money till the funeral
I don't know when I can catch a break