Woke up this morning
A black mirror watching over me
Brick wall outside my apartment window
A sundial to measure days steadily
Pixels on a 30 inch telly
Ain't the tits always bigger on the screen
Hand on the clicker, stream to stream
It's my world, I'm Sandler, switching scenes

It's nothin' new on, just repeats
Ain't seen a soul in 'bout three weeks
Don't move my lips, I hardly speak
These grave shifts are killing me

Saving up for a humble abode
Right on the coast
Where I can smell the roses
Lower my defenses
There's a Benz on the lawn
What are the chances (what are the chances)
I won't ever see the neighbors
Cause we'll be sitting on 25 acres
Someday, someday, someday
Our money troubles will be yesterday

I walked to the corner
To get some fresh eggs to eat
A man stands outside the store front
Another begs, on his knees
He said: Please, could you spare me something
I've got two children to feed
Swear that I don't mean to bother
But you'd ask the same if you were me

Said every day I wake I plead
That someone kind looks out for me
So my son and daughter see
Ain't dumb to dream, you see

Saving up for a humble abode
Right on the coast
Where I can smell the roses
Lower my defenses
There's a Benz on the lawn
What are the chances (what are the chances)
I won't ever see the neighbors
'Cause we'll be sitting on 25 acres
Someday, someday, someday
Our money troubles will be yesterday

Oh dear, I know you're grown up now
So, I'm happy that you doing things that makes me happy as a grandma
You ain't troubled, you know?
I don't want nothin' to happen to you, cause Lord
I don't know what I would do
My first grand
I don't know
But I'm not gonna take anything from my little grandson
I want to see him improve on doing what he loves
When he become a millionaire, then he can send grandma a scratch ticket that will win big from over there