I got a discount halo on layaway,
Still look rich in a broke-boy way.
They said the dream’s all gold and sin,
Guess I bought the knock-off version again.

Ridin’ high in a rented Benz,
Paid in likes, not dividends.
Bottle service, plastic grace,
Still can’t wash the doubt off my face.

Credit cards and vintage pain,
Designer love that don’t sustain.
They sold me bliss in a velvet bag,
Tag still on it, red-carpet drag.

Every win comes half-off lately,
Every loss still hits full-price crazy.
They say success is a holy land,
I just see receipts in my hand.

Welcome to half-price heaven,
Where the lights don’t last past eleven.
Every halo’s on clearance now,
Buy one sin, get the crown.
Yeah, half-price heaven,
Looks good till you learn the lesson —
Ain’t no refunds on the dream,
When the truth don’t fit the scene.

Cheap champagne, call it class,
Cameras love a crooked glass.
Fame’s on sale, two for one,
A little faith, a loaded gun.

They said, “You made it, you must feel free,”
I said, “Depends what free means to me.”
If this is joy, it comes disguised,
Still got the tags under my eyes.

Every win comes half-off lately,
Every loss still hits full-price crazy.
They say success is a holy land,
I just see receipts in my hand.

Welcome to half-price heaven,
Where the lights don’t last past eleven.
Every halo’s on clearance now,
Buy one sin, get the crown.
Yeah, half-price heaven,
Looks good till you learn the lesson —
Ain’t no refunds on the dream,
When the truth don’t fit the scene.

Maybe peace costs what pride can’t pay,
Maybe I’m broke in a rich-man way.
Every high’s a little duller now,
Still smilin’ like I made it somehow.

Half-price heaven —
Shine fades fast when you’re guessin’.
Every crown comes pre-owned pain,
But I still try it on again.
Yeah, half-price heaven —
Pretty lies, cheap redemption.
If I can’t afford the real thing,
Guess this dream will still sing.