Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms The maids come around too much Parents ain’t around enough Too many joy rides in daddy’s Jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Start my day up on the roof There’s nothing like this type of view Point the clicker at the tube I prefer expensive news New car, new girl New ice, new glass New watch, good times babe It's good times, yeah She wash my back three times a day This shower head feels so amazing We’ll both be high, the help don’t stare They just walk by, they must don’t care A million one, a million two A hundred more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms The maids come around too much Parents ain’t around enough Too many joy rides in daddy’s Jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love, I’m searching for a real love Real love, I’m searching for a real love Oh, real love
Close your eyes for what you can't imagine We are the xany-gnashing Caddy-smashing, bratty ass He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag And used the shit for batting practice Adamant and he thrashing Purchasing crappy grams With half the hand of cash you handed Panic and patch me up Pappy done latchkeyed us Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough Brash as fuck, breaching all these aqueducts Don’t believe us Treat us like we can’t erupt, yup
Polo sweats and Hermes blankets Them label hoe’s be stealing my shit And all they clothes revealing they tits Pills, high enough to touch the rim in that bitch We party in my living room Cause father is gone And he left me this empire That runs on its own So all I got to do is whatever the fuck I want All we ever do is whatever the fuck we want
We end our day up on the roof I say I’ll jump, I never do But when I’m drunk I act a fool Talking bout, do they sew wings on tailored suits I’m on that ledge, she grabs my arm She slaps my head It's good times, yeah Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall The market's down like 60 stories And some don’t end the way they should My silver spoon has fed me good A million one, a million cash Close my eyes and feel the crash
Too many bottles of this wine we can’t pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms The maids come around too much Parents ain’t around enough Too many joy rides in daddy’s Jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
Real love, ain't that something rare I’m searching for a real love, talking bout real love Real love yeah Real love I’m searching for a real love Talking bout a real loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
