You want the views, the shiny crown,
But won’t get up? Just lying down?
Dreaming big with lazy eyes?
Hate to break it—paradise lies.
You want the glow, the perfect life,
Without the sweat, the little strife?
Posting quotes, then hit snooze fast?
Babe, that “grind” won’t ever last.
Paradise? Oh, she’s high-class.
Won’t show up if you skip class.
She loves the bold, the ones who try,
Not couch potatoes asking why.
You want the stage, the wild applause,
Then move your butt and earn that cause.
Comfort zone? That’s dream-repellent.
Success is hot, not soft and silent.
So roll those sleeves, stop acting cute,
Start the work, press play, reboot.
'Cause babe, this truth you need to keep—
Paradise? Oh no, it ain’t cheap.
