Home Sweet Home - Hot Karl, Reggie Watts

This mindless self-indulgence

Got me spinning round in circles

{Cause when you live in the suburbs, dawg

It’s just as fucked up as everywhere else

Y’know what I’m saying?}

I am what I am

Who I am is where I’m at

Yeah, this is home sweet home

I was raised in a town that wasn’t healthy

Grew up in the middle of the most affluent and wealthy

Most people would assume happiness within the 'burbs

Please hear my words, that lifestyle is absurd

Remember «Clueless»?

That’s my hood but more ruthless

The method on how they call it depends on your wallet

From the outside it’s «Home Sweet Home»

Where little eight-year-old kids have their own cell phones

It’s the 'burbs, where money’s the only need

Cause millionaires survive on principles of lust and greed

We talk about a place where middle class is second rate

Dissed at an early age for not having a guarded gate

In this case, parents try to buy their kids' love

How do you think most of these kids can afford all of these drugs?

We sit back and act like it’s as cute as can be

And emulate from TV programs like «O.C.»

This mindless self-indulgence

Got me spinning round in circles

Don’t think I’ll ever stop

My love for this forever burns

I am what I am

Who I am is where I’m at

Yeah, this is home sweet home

I ain’t going nowhere

And I’m never ever going back

My high school was just like a fashion show

A runway for expensive clothes and cash flow

It’s dog-eat-dog, puberty can’t run its course

You either were a nerd or a jock who rocked sports

And no shock, we’d come back from Christmas break

To see most of the girls' noses molded into pretty shapes

If they had problems, Daddy bought 'em bigger breasts

Like every answer to the test is resting in your daughter’s chest

So much plastic surgery, it’s obscene

Girls follow images that can’t humanly be achieved

It’s not their fault, reality’s distorted

Why do you think these girls develop eating disorders?

Cause girls who have attitudes to be stuck-up

Are messed up, cause on weekends they act like sluts

Yeah we look happy, but what’s it all worth?

Because you lose your identity living in suburbs, what

This mindless self-indulgence

Got me spinning round in circles

Don’t think I’ll ever stop

My love for this forever burns

I am what I am

Who I am is where I’m at

Yeah, this is home sweet home

I ain’t going nowhere

And I’m never ever going back

Yo

There’s places like this wherever you call home

Same fucked-up suburb just with a different zip code

With spoiled brats living fake realities

Where student parking lots have better cars than faculties'

Truth is, richer the quicker they are to fight

Despite all this cash they still live like Thug Lyfe

I’ll admit that most chicks are straight hot freaks

But what makes them unique is their body comes with a receipt

But in due time these problems will show

Why do you think these high school shootings don’t happen in ghettos?

Next time you see a student driving a Porsche

Throwing cash like Jermaine Dupri, living like Brandon Walsh

Imagine their classmate who ain’t that rich

Can’t find his utopia although he’s supposed to live in it

And getting picked on for years eventually hurts

But then again that’s just another day up in these suburbs, right?

This mindless self-indulgence

Got me spinning round in circles

Don’t think I’ll ever stop

My love for this forever burns

I am what I am

Who I am is where I’m at

Yeah, this is home sweet home

I ain’t going nowhere

And I’m never ever going back

Never going back, never going back

Never going back, never going back

Never going back, never going back

Never going back, never going back