Expectations

Baby innocent

One day gunna be decadent

Prom Queen, Miss America

In the backseat in a pair of cuffs

Sixteen, little runaway

From the five-oh and got away

From a small town with no scene

Looking for a shot on the big screen

Expectations go to hell

Expectations go to hell

Not so innocent

On the streets, hustling

Never be Miss America

In the backseat of a Celica

Crashing with a deadbeat

Living large on a love seat

In a small town, no scene

Turns out, it was nothing but a pipe dream

Expectations go to hell

Expectations go to hell

Rich girl, wannabe, bought a quick pick for the lottery

Bought a quick pick for the lottery

Watching TV with her boyfriend

Fell asleep, left the ticket on the night stand

He stayed awake to see the ball drop

Turned it way down, she never woke up

Grabbed the keys to her car in the back lot

Threw a shot of Jack back, left with the jackpot

Expectations go to hell

Prom Queen, Miss America

In the backseat in a pair of cuffs

Expectations go to hell

Never be Miss America

In the backseat in a pair of cuffs