Middle Class Hustle
Tekst
Middle Class Hustle
[Verse] Middle England battlefield, not the Beverly Hills Bills stacking sky high, endless pile of wills Fake smiles in the suburbs, tea cups act tough Neighbours whisper secrets, life here still rough [Verse 2] Commuter train hell, sardines in a can Posh boss man, clock chimes, here’s the plan Football on Sundays, pint in each hand Weekend dreams shattered, drown them in the sand [Chorus] Middle class hustle, grind never ends Fake it to make it, tangled in trends Dreaming 'bout the high life, sipping on blends Middle class struggle, where madness extends [Verse 3] Council tax biting, garden needs trim Mortgage haunts nights, sleep feeling slim Pub crawl therapy, escape the daily grind But the same problems follow, all in the mind [Bridge] Lawns manicured, mask lurking behind Plastic smiles, fragile hearts they bind Chasing sunset dreams, classic British plight Keep pushing forward, through the endless fight [Verse 4] Car boots sales, treasures of the broke Knock-off designer, bloke selling hope White picket fences, more than a cliché Trapped in the suburbs, can’t find a way