[[Verse 1] Came out swingin' with a silver spoon, Mama said, “You’re special,” now he thinks it’s true. Daddy bought the truck, never earned the keys, Livin’ on a handout and a “pretty please.” Sunday school said, “Work for what you got,” But they skipped that page for a better spot. Taught ‘em how to want, never how to give, Now they’re chasin' life with nothin’ left to live. [Pre-Chorus] Ribbons for losin’, trophies to show, Whole damn world sayin’ “Go with the flow.” [Chorus] No curfew, no cause, no pride, Just coastin’ downhill on daddy’s dime. No roots, no weight, no plan, Playin’ grown-up with a soft, clean hand. Yeah, the tip’s included — but the work don’t show, A check got signed, but the fields won’t grow. No sweat, no time, no scars to show, Can’t build a life on a hand-me-down soul. Yeah, the tip’s included — but the fire don’t burn, You don’t get back what you never earn. [Verse 2] Now they're clockin’ in late, if they show at all, Sippin' on dreams and alcohol. Friday feels like a holiday, Monday’s just a price they never pay. Buildin’ up debt like it grows on trees, Tryna buy worth with apologies. No fight in the dog, just bark and scroll, Tryna fill up a tank with a heart full of holes. [Pre-Chorus] Shortcuts lead where the lost ones go, Can’t plant seeds if you won’t bend low. [Chorus] No curfew, no cause, no pride, Just coastin’ downhill on daddy’s dime. No roots, no weight, no plan, Playin’ grown-up with a soft, clean hand. Yeah, the tip’s included — but the work don’t show, A check got signed, but the fields won’t grow. No sweat, no time, no scars to show, Can’t build a life on a hand-me-down soul. Yeah, the tip’s included — but the fire don’t burn, You don’t get back what you never earn. [Bridge] Extra, extra, it's a cryin’ shame, Taught 'em to play but forgot the game. Extra, extra, now the bill comes due, Ain’t nothin’ free when it falls on you. [Final Chorus] No sweat, no blood, no crown, Free ride’s burnin’ this whole thing down. No lessons learned, just lines they rehearse, Buildin’ their dreams in reverse. Yeah, the tip’s included — but the table’s bare, Ain’t no heart in the work, just an empty chair. No grit, no grace, just a worn-out show, You can’t fake roots where the good things grow. Yeah, the tip’s included — but the soul’s long gone, Paid in full… but we all got it wrong. [Outro] Fade to black on a promise broke, Ashes fall from the words we spoke. “Gimme, gimme, gimme” — still singin’ that tune, Tip’s included… but the service left the room.
