Go to school, buy a gun, work at Johnson & Johnson Dress like a nun and fuck the opposite You're gonna have a good life, son You're gonna have a good life, son When Sunday football treat your wife like shit Cry to your kids 'cause they ruined it You're gonna have a good life, son You're gonna have a good life, son But the old men can't figure it out They can't figure it out They're on their third heart Still can't figure it out So why don't we? So why don't we? Whether you're a cop, a preacher, or a social activist If you're a cat-calling scumbag, I have a bone to pick 'Cause you're gonna write me off You're gonna write me off As an overstepping artist, a mouth full of lies I said you're gonna, you're gonna, you're gonna You're gonna have a good life son I said you're gonna, you're gonna, you're gonna You're gonna have a good life son But the old men can't figure it out They can't figure it out They're on their third heart Still can't figure it out So why don't we? So why don't we? I said the old men can't figure it out They can't figure it out They're on their third heart Still can't figure it out ♪ I said the old men can't figure it out They can't figure it out They're on their third heart Still can't figure it out I said the old men can't figure it out They can't figure it out They're on their third heart Still can't figure it out So why don't we? So why don't we? So why don't we? So why don't we? So why don't we?