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Born on 3rd Video (MV)




Performed By: The World Famous Tallboys
Length: 3:29
Written by: Matthew May




The World Famous Tallboys - Born on 3rd Lyrics




Do you smile, like we're supposed to smile
Does it put everyone at ease?
Sorry bout my teeth, they were never that white, they were never that straight
You drive a car your parents bought you
You work a job your parents got you
You wanna shitcan me, 'bout my lack of maturity
What can I say, look in a mirror

You were born on 3rd and you think you hit a triple
King of the world, but you barely cause a ripple
You've turned sitting on you ass into art
It's you're parents cash, not 'cause you're so f*cking smart
You were born on 3rd and you think you hit a triple
Biggest turd in the bowl, but you barely cause a ripple
7 years in university no degree to be found
While my student loan provider is hunting me down

Generation douche bag
Not from a time or place but a state of mind
Another gift from the bank of mom and dad
So turn up your nose at the "losers" you leave behind
You need us to work at your daddy's company
More then we need you to pretend to lead it
It's the 2nd page of an economics text book
Did ever f*cking read it?

Born on 3rd and you think you hit a triple
King of the world, but you barely cause a ripple
Complain about ditch diggers, you're so f*cking smug
It doesn't change the fact that ditches gotta get dug
Born on 3rd and you think you hit a triple
Biggest turd in the bowl, but you barely cause a ripple
Another blue blood layabout, wannabe dictator
Soft ass, lazy... Sorry, my bad: "Job creator"
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Do you smile, like we're supposed to smile
Does it put everyone at ease?
Sorry bout my teeth, they were never that white, they were never that straight
You drive a car your parents bought you
You work a job your parents got you
You wanna shitcan me, 'bout my lack of maturity
What can I say, look in a mirror

You were born on 3rd and you think you hit a triple
King of the world, but you barely cause a ripple
You've turned sitting on you ass into art
It's you're parents cash, not 'cause you're so f*cking smart
You were born on 3rd and you think you hit a triple
Biggest turd in the bowl, but you barely cause a ripple
7 years in university no degree to be found
While my student loan provider is hunting me down

Generation douche bag
Not from a time or place but a state of mind
Another gift from the bank of mom and dad
So turn up your nose at the "losers" you leave behind
You need us to work at your daddy's company
More then we need you to pretend to lead it
It's the 2nd page of an economics text book
Did ever f*cking read it?

Born on 3rd and you think you hit a triple
King of the world, but you barely cause a ripple
Complain about ditch diggers, you're so f*cking smug
It doesn't change the fact that ditches gotta get dug
Born on 3rd and you think you hit a triple
Biggest turd in the bowl, but you barely cause a ripple
Another blue blood layabout, wannabe dictator
Soft ass, lazy... Sorry, my bad: "Job creator"
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Writer: Matthew May
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