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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lime Cordiale
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave K. Haddad
Songwriter
Oliver Leimbach
Songwriter
Louis Leimbach
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Hammer
Producer
Brian Lucey
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Got new shoes today
Got no bills to pay
The country club wants you...
Oh shit!
[Verse 1]
It's all well and good to be carefree
Till you're up to your neck in crap
You can't sit around sipping ice tea
World comes knocking on your door with a baseball bat
While most of the people are starving
You're toning up your yoga butt (Namaste)
Running out of cash for the cokey
Daddy's sending money over from the country club
[PreChorus]
Well, fuck!
Now you're fired
Yeah, you're jobless, you've expired
It's tough
From admired to the dirt
(Plot twist)
[Chorus]
In the real world
Life of leisure really has its limits (Hey)
The real world turns you
If you don't know how to spin it
The real world
Life of pleasure really sucks your spirit (Hey)
The real world turns you
If you don't know, don't know, don't know
How to spin it
[Verse 2]
Wake up and you're already sulky
Couldn't sleep amongst all that cash
Cry 'cause you can't get no wifi
All your warriors are waiting for a keyboard bash
Now the apple is starting to crumble
Your tummy gets a quick nip tuck
Daddy's in a bit of trouble
Cooking sugar with the chef at the country club
[PreChorus]
Well, fuck!
It backfired
Yeah, you're jobless, you've expired
It's tough (Who's tough?)
From admired to the dirt
(Plot twist)
[Chorus]
In the real world
Life of leisure really has its limits (Hey)
The real world turns you
If you don't know how to spin it
The real world
Life of pleasure really sucks your spirit (Hey)
The real world turns you
If you don't know, don't know, don't know
How to spin it
[Outro]
Got new shoes today
Got no bills to pay
I'll see you at the pool
The drinks are on their way
The world's my buffet
Throw my food away
The country club wants you
If you can pay
Written by: Dave K. Haddad, David Karam Haddad, Louis Leimbach, Oliver Leimbach