Des Res

In the endless contest of who grows fastest I sleep-walk right through the masses Working with one open eye Eat sleep play, then back in line And it would be nice to gain access To life-styles not prone to crashes But i can't seem to get it right These walls are starting to feel tight It's safe inside but the roof is leaking I bang my head against the wall, to the beat it makes And I am fine - I'm alive and I'm adapting To the sand in my eyes Cause I'm tired of waiting for empty shells that wash ashore I'm tired of paying demigods I call landlord I don't wanna borrow Or pay it off tomorrow But there's limited supply In this des res, des res Some settle for plaster, trashes No windows, rose colored glasses The lights go out but, hey, we've got matches No fresh food, but we've got stashes Or some prefer underhand tactics Pick on snails slow as molasses Socialize just to find cracks then Take their homes right off their backs and Shine a diplomatic smile Cover up the whole the damn heist And I am fine, I'm alive I'm adapting To the sand in my eyes Cause I'm tired of waiting for empty shells that wash ashore And I'm tired of paying demigods I call landlord And I don't wanna borrow Or pay it off tomorrow But there's limited supply in this des res, des res I'm gonna try to get my Des Res Des Res I'm not gonna lie to get my Des Res, Des Res