Royals
Yeah, uh, Lorde...
Now I never been the type to believe in the hype
About all the shiny things that you need in your life
It seems I've been blinded by gold and diamonds
And I don't even know where to go my mind is
Confused by the things that I see on the screen
Cause even though I'm broke, man, I know I'm a king
It seems I'm living the American dream
Collecting more cream, my kicks are so clean
It's just like morphine, this shit's so addictive
Buying more things but damn, I'm conflicted
Cause back when I was broke, I wouldn't look twice
But now I'm making money and it kinda looks like
So what is the price of artistic integrity
If I buy some ice and live like celebrities?
Have I sold out cause I want more clothes?
Or what do I want? Man, Lorde knows...
And we'll never be royals (yeah)
It don't run in our blood (nope)
That kind of lux just ain't for us (uh)
We crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen Bee
And baby I'll rule (I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule)
Let me live that fantasy
Hmm, but what is that fantasy though?
It's like Cadillac dreams and champagne wishes
My butler is British and loves to do dishes
Spain on a plane giving out cheap kisses
Food I can't pronounce and it's all so delicious
That's the type of shit we dream about in the fantasies
Pool side with some cool guys in a canopy
Make a little money and I'm thinking "Hm, can it be?"
But really, I just wanna make enough to feed my family
I don't need no rings or chains
Cause the blood of a king runs through my veins
I might buy some Ray Bans but look through my frames
One thing remains, a young dude with brains
So I could be your ruler, baby, just call me the King T
Skippin' over squares like somebody need to king me
I came from nothing, I ain't ever been spoiled
All the money in the world and I know that I'll never be
Wait, wait, I'm not done yet, guys
I'm still gonna rap
Hold on
Now I don't give a damn what you guys say
Old homies started saying that I'm bourgeoisie
Lookin' at me funny like, "You done changed"
But then they put their hands out like, "Do you got change?"
Come on, bro
Now I never been the type to believe in the hype
About all the shiny things that you need in your life
It seems I've been blinded by gold and diamonds
And I don't even know where to go my mind is
Confused by the things that I see on the screen
Cause even though I'm broke, man, I know I'm a king
It seems I'm living the American dream
Collecting more cream, my kicks are so clean
It's just like morphine, this shit's so addictive
Buying more things but damn, I'm conflicted
Cause back when I was broke, I wouldn't look twice
But now I'm making money and it kinda looks like
So what is the price of artistic integrity
If I buy some ice and live like celebrities?
Have I sold out cause I want more clothes?
Or what do I want? Man, Lorde knows...
And we'll never be royals (yeah)
It don't run in our blood (nope)
That kind of lux just ain't for us (uh)
We crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen Bee
And baby I'll rule (I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule)
Let me live that fantasy
Hmm, but what is that fantasy though?
It's like Cadillac dreams and champagne wishes
My butler is British and loves to do dishes
Spain on a plane giving out cheap kisses
Food I can't pronounce and it's all so delicious
That's the type of shit we dream about in the fantasies
Pool side with some cool guys in a canopy
Make a little money and I'm thinking "Hm, can it be?"
But really, I just wanna make enough to feed my family
I don't need no rings or chains
Cause the blood of a king runs through my veins
I might buy some Ray Bans but look through my frames
One thing remains, a young dude with brains
So I could be your ruler, baby, just call me the King T
Skippin' over squares like somebody need to king me
I came from nothing, I ain't ever been spoiled
All the money in the world and I know that I'll never be
Wait, wait, I'm not done yet, guys
I'm still gonna rap
Hold on
Now I don't give a damn what you guys say
Old homies started saying that I'm bourgeoisie
Lookin' at me funny like, "You done changed"
But then they put their hands out like, "Do you got change?"
Come on, bro
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