Andrew Huang - Big Box lyrics

You're shopping in a big box You're living in a big box And it's all wrapped up in big chains Connected to big locks And you wanna wear big chains Scared of anybody with big locks Downing those big macs No room to think big thoughts And you go to that big church 'cause your soul'll need a lot of saving And you go to that big work Still don't have a lot of savings 'cause you bought that big house, that big car, that big tv Full of big people saying don't dream big Just buy this sh** and think just like me And they didn't give you much of an escape route Big maze in a vault, can't skate out Streets wind like veins but there's no life laying around They took the heart and the brain out A real queen will never be queen bee Need to represent the average in equality But the average'll never be in a queen's presence Never be royals but we'll never be peasants Packaged life, shrink wrap, handed down I don't belong here, man, what Music is therapy, shrink rap But the 9 to 5 your stainless steel handcuffs Wrist wrapped in climactic chrome The bottom's thin but it never falls out Not all immune to that tragic zone But a recession hits and still the balls bounce Can't climb to the top So we topped out in the exact middle of every graph But on the weekend we still get the amperage blown And take the privilege from birth cert to epitaph I'm writing this verse on a thousand dollar phone While i'm sitting on the can in a plane And i'm picturing the youtube clip And the fact that this sh**'s gonna get me paid Are those laurels that i'm sitting on? might be But i can't pretend i'm sitting on a throne rightly ‘cause we all know, from a different home, different face You could fail if you'd written songs just like me We want fairness and freedom And we got terrorists and glee club Who i stole my technique from I'm underwood, stamper, meechum Let the chips fall with the house of cards A fresh breeze is about to start And if i'm frank, gonna murder for gold I need a star for my balthazar We can count the stars and we can split the nukes But none of it really amounts to smarts And we can beat this drum and we can pump this blood It doesn't mean we've got an ounce of heart Pull Now i'm a product Yelling hands high, get them all up Soul sitting in the sawdust With mother nature who we all f**ed I'm usually not one for drama But in this one, i'm so caught up Stairway to heaven, highway to hell And everybody boasting how their whip propels I criticize the dream, and i bought it too But i chased my own truth ‘cause i wanted to So now i'm doing all those things that i gotta do Gotta tread just to stay above the water, dude Rent money draining you in hype style, uh 20 years of yellow on the white tile, uh Days spent tryna fight a good fight While the nights keep you buzzing, ratchet up a lifestyle, uh The school was a joke, and the dream was a con Everyone always complaining about the economy A meagre job offer didn't stroke your ego So now you're moving, moving back in with your mom Mid-life adoption, ‘cause you only had low-level options Post-modern post-sec proceed with caution They indoctrinate y'all with toxins I kept my mind in the cauldron Always brewing these concoctions Had a bada** flow But still needed a good luck hustle to avoid the top spin Now my coins are all in Throw them at all things to solve them Except the plight of the white pickets Now i've got a height to fall from But i'm landing in big box