Glamorama
"Do you wanna go out tonight?
We can go to some clubs
It'll be fun"
That girl a heartbreaker, tell you to move along
That girl a high staker, she so filet mignon
Living in the city fucking with the stars
Whipping around in hundred-thousand dollar cars, yeah
She say her time is money, these niggas glad to pay
Love or bottle service, what more she gotta say
Bopping through the city on the boulevard
Skinny dipping at the Chateau Marmot
She wilin', she got them Gucci ruby shoes
Dancing at the club these niggas love the way she move
She riding, out to a party in the hills
Bumping on the coca cause she love the way it feels
She lying, that girl won't ever fall in love
She pretty, too pretty to really ever give a fuck
But you don't really got to stress
Do whatever you wanna
'Cause everything is perfect in the life of glamorama
Yeah, in the life of glamorama
That girl a soul shaker, she got that rebel yell
That girl a whole-caker, she eat it all herself
Out the window singin' Lucy in the sky
Pack of demons and the devil by her side, yeah
That girl a hard worker though, she be her own supporter
Money, sleep, money, eat, money; in that order
With the posse knockin' shots and doing drugs
27, still be feelin' 21
And she wilin', she got them Gucci ruby shoes
Dancin' at the club; these niggas love the way she moves
And she ridin', out to her party in the hills
Bumpin' on the coke 'cause she loves the way it feels
And she lyin', that girl won't ever fall in love
She pretty, too pretty to really ever give a fuck
And she don't really gotta stress
Do whatever you wanna
'Cause everything is perfect in the life of glamorama
Yeah, in the life of glamorama
(I always wondered about that guy who slept with a fashion model)
(Plus I know)
(I can quit anytime)
And she wilin', way on the other side of town
The grass is only greener every time she come around
And she ridin', out to a desert in the eve
Drop at Tallahassee, then she swears she'll never leave
And she lyin', that girl won't ever fall in love
She pretty, too pretty, and ain't nobody good enough
And she don't really gotta stress
Do whatever you wanna
'Cause everything is perfect girl, your life is glamorama
In the life of glamorama
We can go to some clubs
It'll be fun"
That girl a heartbreaker, tell you to move along
That girl a high staker, she so filet mignon
Living in the city fucking with the stars
Whipping around in hundred-thousand dollar cars, yeah
She say her time is money, these niggas glad to pay
Love or bottle service, what more she gotta say
Bopping through the city on the boulevard
Skinny dipping at the Chateau Marmot
She wilin', she got them Gucci ruby shoes
Dancing at the club these niggas love the way she move
She riding, out to a party in the hills
Bumping on the coca cause she love the way it feels
She lying, that girl won't ever fall in love
She pretty, too pretty to really ever give a fuck
But you don't really got to stress
Do whatever you wanna
'Cause everything is perfect in the life of glamorama
Yeah, in the life of glamorama
That girl a soul shaker, she got that rebel yell
That girl a whole-caker, she eat it all herself
Out the window singin' Lucy in the sky
Pack of demons and the devil by her side, yeah
That girl a hard worker though, she be her own supporter
Money, sleep, money, eat, money; in that order
With the posse knockin' shots and doing drugs
27, still be feelin' 21
And she wilin', she got them Gucci ruby shoes
Dancin' at the club; these niggas love the way she moves
And she ridin', out to her party in the hills
Bumpin' on the coke 'cause she loves the way it feels
And she lyin', that girl won't ever fall in love
She pretty, too pretty to really ever give a fuck
And she don't really gotta stress
Do whatever you wanna
'Cause everything is perfect in the life of glamorama
Yeah, in the life of glamorama
(I always wondered about that guy who slept with a fashion model)
(Plus I know)
(I can quit anytime)
And she wilin', way on the other side of town
The grass is only greener every time she come around
And she ridin', out to a desert in the eve
Drop at Tallahassee, then she swears she'll never leave
And she lyin', that girl won't ever fall in love
She pretty, too pretty, and ain't nobody good enough
And she don't really gotta stress
Do whatever you wanna
'Cause everything is perfect girl, your life is glamorama
In the life of glamorama
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Zuckerman, Bryce Ross Johnson
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