Silk House

Silk House Chronicles: A Tale of Contrasting Upbringings
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Lyrics

I grew up in a silk house baby

I experienced a privileged upbringing in a luxurious environment.

You grew up in the suburbs

You had a childhood in a typical residential area.

And I grew up with the chip on my shoulder

I developed a defensive attitude or resentment during my upbringing.

You grew up with a collar

You had a more restrained upbringing with a sense of conformity.

Tell you Mom that you're not her dog

Expressing independence, asking you to inform your mother that you're not bound by her expectations.

I grew up in a silk house baby

A repetition emphasizing my privileged background.

Everything you touched was soft

Your surroundings were soft and comfortable to the touch.

And it was all pink and purple but after awhile all the colors wore off

The once vibrant and varied colors faded over time in your environment.

And everything I grow in my garden is green

My cultivated garden predominantly features the color green.

And even the rotten tomatoes look clean

Even the seemingly negative aspects in my life appear outwardly clean or unblemished.

I know that they are hard to see

Acknowledging the difficulty in recognizing hidden problems, perhaps related to snow covering.

Underneath all the snow

Metaphorically referring to challenges or issues beneath the surface.

But I grew up in a silk house baby

A repetition to emphasize my upbringing in opulence.

You grew up in the suburbs

A repetition of your suburban upbringing.

I grew up with a chip on my shoulder

Reiterating the presence of a defensive attitude or resentment during my upbringing.

You grew up with a collar

Reiterating your more restrained upbringing with a sense of conformity.

Tell your mom that you're not her dog

Asserting independence again, rejecting the role of being controlled or directed.

You weren't bred for show just wanna go home

You were not specifically bred or raised for exhibition; expressing a desire to return home.

Tell your mom that you're not her dog

A repetition, emphasizing the rejection of being treated as a showpiece.

You weren't bred for show just wanna go home

Reiterating the desire to break free from societal expectations and return home.

Tell your mom that you're not her dog

Once again asserting independence and rejecting a submissive role.

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