Out My Tax Bracket

OUT MY TAX BRACKET [INTRO] (Luxury piano. Classical strings. Birds chirping.) “Good afternoon… the butler will meet you at the entrance.” “…The WHO?!” 808s DROP. ⸻ [VERSE 1] Spark app said, “One quick stop,” Pulled through the gate and the gate said, “Stop.” Another gate opened… Then another one too… Man, this driveway got its own damn ZIP code, dude. Statues lookin’ at me like they know my name, Grass so perfect, scared to step in the lane. House so big I thought it came with a map, I need GPS just to get to the back. Lady hit the phone all calm and proper, “The butler will bring these to the shopper.” I looked all around… Like, “Who she talkin’ to?” Ma’am, I deliver groceries… I ain’t royalty too! ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS] I came with bananas… Bread and Sprite… Didn’t know I was entering billionaire life. They got chandeliers bigger than my ride, I’m just hoping I don’t scratch nothin’ outside. ⸻ [CHORUS] I’m out my tax bracket… Way outta my lane… Deliverin’ groceries in a mansion estate. They got butlers… I got back pain… Still hauling thirty bags through the pouring rain. Out my tax bracket… Living that dream… House so big it got a damn ZIP code team. Smile for the customer… Scan and go… Tryna act normal while I’m whisperin’, “Whoa.” ⸻ [VERSE 2] Marble floors… Artwork everywhere… One chandelier cost more than my yearly repair. Garage got cars like a dealership lot, I’m calculating what each tire probably cost. Somebody offered sparkling water in glass, I’m thinkin’, “Man, this day moved way too fast.” Then I remembered that bee from today, Storm on my bumper all the damn way. Now I’m standing with groceries worth fifty-eight bucks, In front of a mansion worth fifty-eight… million? What?! ⸻ [BRIDGE] Started with apartments… Gate codes… Broken buzzers… People yelling through Ring cameras… Now I’m delivering where… The BUTLER… Answers the phone. ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS] I’m out my tax bracket… Way outta my lane… Deliverin’ groceries in a mansion estate. They got butlers… I got back pain… Still hauling thirty bags through the pouring rain. Out my tax bracket… Living that dream… House so big it got a damn ZIP code team. Smile for the customer… Scan and go… Another order… Off I roll… ⸻ [OUTRO] Pull away laughing… Windows rolled down… Looking in the mirror like… “I delivered groceries to a house with a BUTLER today…” … “Florida ain’t real.” 😂