Old Money

You come from old money
Flashing money around
And expensive cars
Hosting parties at your house
You mask yourself as
A rule follower
But I see you break
Every rule in the book
Ah Ah Ah Ah
When are you gonna see
You're not as cool
As you think you are
It's always the guys
That claim to be a saint
Are the worst ones to
Come out of the sea
Peering through an empty window
It's warm summer's night outside
I ran into someone that looked like you
And it threw me off and those
Dreadful emotions flooded my brain
You mask yourself as
A rule follower
But I see you break
Every rule in the book
Ah Ah Ah Ah
When are you gonna see
You're not as cool
As you think you are
It's always the guys
That claim to be a saint
Are the worst ones to
Come out of the sea
You've been watching me
And I forgot about you
Then we started talking about it
I thought you were
Good looking back then
Now seeing your face on other people
Brings a bad feeling in my gut
A random person
I saw in passing
I never bothered to speak to
Na Na Na Na Na
You're just like the guy from that movie
The dishonesty and chasing after a girl
In the most vulgar
Way possible picking up girls in your dark truck