Born on 3rd

Do you smile, like we're supposed to smile.
Does it put everyone at ease?
Sorry bout my teeth, they were never that white, they were never that straight.
You drive a car your parents bought you.
You work a job your parents got you.
You wanna shitcan me, 'bout my lack of maturity.
What can I say, look in a mirror…

Chorus I:
You were born on 3rd & you think you hit a triple.
King of the world, but you barely cause a ripple.
You've turned sitting on you ass into art.
It's you're parents cash, not 'cause you're so fucking smart.
You were born on 3rd & you think you hit a triple.
Biggest turd in the bowl, but you barely cause a ripple.
7 years in university no degree to be found,
While my student loan provider is hunting me down.

Generation douche bag.
Not from a time or place but a state of mind.
Another gift from the bank of mom & dad,
So turn up your nose at the "losers" you leave behind.
You need us to work at your daddy's company,
More then we need you to pretend to lead it.
It's the 2nd page of an economics text book,
Did ever fucking read it?

Chorus II:
Born on 3rd & you think you hit a triple.
King of the world, but you barely cause a ripple.
Complain about ditch diggers, you're so fucking smug.
It doesn't change the fact that ditches gotta get dug.
Born on 3rd & you think you hit a triple.
Biggest turd in the bowl, but you barely cause a ripple.
Another blue blood layabout, wannabe dictator.
Soft ass, lazy… Sorry, my bad: "Job creator."