Whuh do yuh do when a son steals his father’s F-350
Drives it straight through town, he drives it through at over 60
He holds up a store in Texas
He barely gets a slap on the wrist
His lawyer says that he’s too rich
His momma says his life’s a b#tch
He needs rehab instead of prison
Just take a guess at what he’s given
He’s got affluenza, oh the poor little thing
He’s got affluenza, he’s got nothin but is given everything
He’s got affluenza, he gets away with anything
Whuh do yuh do after drinking all night and popping tranqs
He injures eleven, mows down and kills four pedestrians
He’ll only get 2 years at best
A deal was made after his arrest
The family of the victims says the verdict would have been different
If he couldn’t bear the expense to pay his defense
Or have the money, to pay the experts to make their statements
To pay the survivors for their silence, to pay for their treatment
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