RICH KIDS

Missed calls and the rest
Sorry not doing my best making progress
All I'm tryna be is honest and we both losing polish
I got a lost heart on the road
To a future I can't hold in my wallet
Dirty money in my pocket, you say this the only option

Rich kids sell drugs when they bored
I sell drugs cause I'm fucking poor
I'm fucked up crashing on the floor
I fucked up with mi amor
I hope he makes you happy
I don't even know what happened
Okay, I know what happened
I don't need to act so tragic
My fault, don't say no different
Eyeballs feel like they drifting
My dawg stealing lottery tickets
(Uh uh) feeling lucky
Smoke and drink 'till I'm feeling something
Cope with drugs like I'm Kid Cudi
Ain't no mid crud I go Bigfoot
When I'm big stepping in a shitty country, yuh

Too much on my plate I got leftovers
So many mistakes so I been kosher
Swallowing my pride with my mouth full
Regrets are coming through the backdoor
Lights on but the drive-thru closed
Wasteland in suburban homes
Rich kids get bored so they sell drugs off daddy's dollar bills

Missed calls and the rest
Sorry not doing my best making progress
All I'm tryna be is honest and we both losing polish
I got a lost heart on the road
To a future I can't hold in my wallet
Dirty money in my pocket, you say this the only option

I take a flick of the bong I take a pick with a broad
I hit a lick with my dawg to put that shit in a song
I know the shit might be wrong, but fuck it I'm lost
I keep on praying to gods I think he sleeping on the job
Crazy ass burbs main streets full of deer
When those headlights flash imma freeze I'm all ears
Bad gas travels fast in these small towns
All down to match that just to calm down



Credits
Writer(s): Zach Clar
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