Son You Gon Learn a Trade

Son you gonna learn a trade

Life ain't only lemonade

You'll for sure get paid

Make the money you made

See the food on the plate?

It didn't grow on a tree

Had a realization and a moment in need

I never knew what I wanted to be

Only knew what wasn't for me

On the throne and needed something to read

Saw a job opening about an apprentice

Sounded authentic

If I let it slip through my hands I'd probably regret it

And ever since I made a pretty mint

Bought a house right outside the city limit

It's been a minute

Some make their hell, they're living in it

Above ground pool, swimming in it

One woman

Never women

'Cause one is enough

Occupy my time with trade journals

I'm not dirtying my hands working on the furnace

Gosh that perm is legit, but you should really grind

Forget college, go to trade school and really rise

How silly I would ever doubt your direction

You're getting up like erection

The next spin is yours take a chance

Advance to retirement

Put down the violin

What store you buy it in?

We're taking it back to get a refund

Son, don't be dumb

I don't know a thing about Reason or Redrum

I'll meet you in the car, lock the front door behind you

I don't ever want to have to remind you

Of how hard your grandfather worked

His hands in the dirt

He never had a chance

Didn't curse, didn't drink, didn't smoke

His family came straight off the boat

And left out in the cold

But couldn't let the mountain erode

Plenty miles on the road

Thousands of those, broken down to the bone

Built a home out of bricks in the middle of the Sticks

Painted a picket fence

Not making dividends

Hopefully it's over you when they reminisce

Until then, if you're in this house

Then you're paying rent, yeah

Chorus (x4):

Son you gonna learn a trade

Life ain't only lemonade

You'll for sure get paid

Make the money you made