LeanMan: 6inister

Intro

Yeah.

Six kids.

You ever walk through the front door of your own house and just want to throw yourself out of a second-story window?

Listen...

Verse 1

Step inside the foyer, drop my briefcase on the floor

And I'm instantly debating if I should walk out the door

'Cause my six little gremlins turned the manor to a slum

And I'm working seventy hours just to keep 'em living plum

Now they're turning my retirement into collateral damage

While I'm out trying to manage all this corporate-ladder savage-

ry—look at this imagery, living in a museum

That they treated like a dumpster, God damn it, I wanna see 'em

Explain why the 17th-century Venetian glass mirror

Is shattered into powder, man, the panic couldn't be clearer

Little Madison and Mason took a sledgehammer and swung it

'Cause they wanted to see what was behind the wall and they sprung it!

That's a fifty-thousand-dollar antique artifact sliced

Into billion-piece fragments, and I'm paying the price!

And look at the study, man, my stomach's in a knot

My signed first-edition Tolkien went straight into the pot!

Little Beckett used the pages as toilet paper for Spot,

While the twins took a custom diamond-crusted Patek Philippe watch

And flushed it down the toilet just to watch the rotor spin!

I'm losing my damn mind, man, I'm ready to commit a sin!

Hook

Six little demons, tearing down the drywall!

Six little headaches, breaking every thing and toy y'all!

I go to work to provide, I come home to debris!

Every expensive thing I own is absolute history!

Yeah, smash the glass, break the wood, burn the cash!

Living in a nightmare, drowning in the trash!

Verse 2

Now I'm pacing down the hallway with a twitch in my eye

As I pass the formal dining room and start to break and cry

'Cause my imported Italian marble dining table's been torched

With a flamethrower? No, little Johnny spray-painted it scorched

With a gallon of two-thousand-dollar Château Margaux wine

That they used for fingerpainting like it was a kindergarten sign!

And my vintage Leica M6 camera—smashing the lens!

Throwing it out the window to their imaginary friends!

That's twelve grand of optical precision in the street

Being pulverized to pieces underneath a toddler's feet!

And look at the living room, my hand-woven Persian rug

Is soaking in a mixture of bleach and a dead bug

That they found in the basement while playing exterminator—

I'm calling up an orphanage, I'll see the little traitors later!

I'm breaking my back, bleeding green for a paycheck

While my pedigree offspring turn my empire to a shipwreck!

Hook

Six little demons, tearing down the drywall!

Six little headaches, breaking every thing and toy y'all!

I go to work to provide, I come home to debris!

Every expensive thing I own is absolute history!

Yeah, smash the glass, break the wood, burn the cash!

Living in a nightmare, drowning in the trash!