Foothills

I come from the foothills brother but don't be fooled

'Cause when my foot hits hill it only knows one rule:

The house lights burn brighter than the stage;

It's a fallacy we all gotta take to the grave.

And that tie looks a little like a leash to me

But the cul-de-sac curse is gonna set you free.

'Lectricity's paid, your landlord's happy,

When the tenants aren't complaining 'bout the neighbor's shitty rapping.

But enough about me, you're the head of the table,

The king in this fable, I'm the dirt in your stable.

I'm just an ex who never washed your sweater

('till I decide I like my own songs better).