Correction Paroles Home Sweet Home par Hot Karl

Featuring(s) : Reggie Watts

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[Reggie Watts with Hot Karl]
This mindless self-indulgence
Got me spinning round in circles
{Cause when you live in the suburbs, dawg
It's just as f*cked up as everywhere else
Y'know what I'm saying?}
I am what I am
Who I am is where I'm at
{That's where I'm at}
Yeah, this is home sweet home
{I'm really feeling those lighters, yo}

[Hot Karl]
I was raised in a town that wasn't healthy
Grew up in the middle of the most affluent and wealthy
Most people would assume happiness within the 'burbs
Please hear my words, that lifestyle is absurd
Remember "Clueless"? That's my hood but more ruthless
The method on how they call it depends on your wallet
From the outside it's "Home Sweet Home"
Where little eight-year-old kids have their own cell phones
It's the 'burbs, where money's the only need
Cause millionaires survive on principles of lust and greed
We talk about a place where middle class is second rate
Dissed at an early age for not having a guarded gate
In this case, parents try to buy their kids' love
How do you think most of these kids can afford all of these drugs?
We sit back and act like it's as cute as can be
And emulate from TV programs like "O.C."
[Reggie Watts with Hot Karl]
This mindless self-indulgence
Got me spinning round in circles
Don't think I'll ever stop
My love for this forever burns
I am what I am
Who I am is where I'm at
{That's where I'm at}
Yeah, this is home sweet home
{Yo, yo, let's go}
I ain't going nowhere
And I'm never ever going back

[Hot Karl]
My high school was just like a fashion show
A runway for expensive clothes and cash flow
It's dog-eat-dog, puberty can't run its course
You either were a nerd or a jock who rocked sports
And no shock, we'd come back from Christmas break
To see most of the girls' noses molded into pretty shapes
If they had problems, Daddy bought 'em bigger breasts
Like every answer to the test is resting in your daughter's chest
So much plastic surgery, it's obscene
Girls follow images that can't humanly be achieved
It's not their fault, reality's distorted
Why do you think these girls develop eating disorders?
Cause girls who have attitudes to be stuck-up
Are messed up, cause on weekends they act like sluts
Yeah we look happy, but what's it all worth?
Because you lose your identity living in suburbs, what
[Reggie Watts with Hot Karl]
This mindless self-indulgence
Got me spinning round in circles
Don't think I'll ever stop
My love for this forever burns
I am what I am
Who I am is where I'm at
{That's where I'm at}
Yeah, this is home sweet home
{Home - sweet - home!}
I ain't going nowhere
And I'm never ever going back

[Hot Karl]
Yo
There's places like this wherever you call home
Same f*cked-up suburb just with a different zip code
With spoiled brats living fake realities
Where student parking lots have better cars than faculties'
Truth is, richer the quicker they are to fight
Despite all this cash they still live like Thug Lyfe
I'll admit that most chicks are straight hot freaks
But what makes them unique is their body comes with a receipt
But in due time these problems will show
Why do you think these high school shootings don't happen in ghettos?
Next time you see a student driving a Porsche
Throwing cash like Jermaine Dupri, living like Brandon Walsh
Imagine their classmate who ain't that rich
Can't find his utopia although he's supposed to live in it
And getting picked on for years eventually hurts
But then again that's just another day up in these suburbs, right?
[Reggie Watts with Hot Karl]
This mindless self-indulgence
Got me spinning round in circles
Don't think I'll ever stop
My love for this forever burns
I am what I am
Who I am is where I'm at
{That's where I'm at}
Yeah, this is home sweet home
{Home - sweet - home!}
I ain't going nowhere
And I'm never ever going back

Never going back, never going back
Never going back, never going back
Never going back, never going back
Never going back, never going back

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