Lyrics: Patrick Wimberly/Julio Tavarez/Towa Bird/Reneé Rapp
Music: Patrick Wimberly/Julio Tavarez/Towa Bird/Reneé Rapp
Twenty-four living in your family home
Call in the help so that you're never alone
It's so hard in your Beverly Hills
Guess you'll never really know what's real
No limitations if the card isn't yours
Drinks, bags, flats and vintage Dior
What job are you gonna try next?
I bet you want mine, be my guest
I bought it, I get it
You got me for a minute
So explicit, we're different
It's never gonna happen
Oh, you're quick to cash in
It's so hard being only average
Smoke your dirty habits
In your daddy's pretty Aston
Oh, no need for passion
'Cause old money makes good for fashion
You love your dirty habits
And you like your rock stars classic
Two years later, now you're wanting a check
For doing nothing, but that's what you'd expect
Trust fund, what, you run it out?
And yet you wonder what I'm on about
I bet it's lonely when you're stuck in the past
You should just move on like the rest of us have
Not served on a silver spoon
So what are you supposed to do?
I bought it, I get it
You got me for a minute
So explicit, we're different
It's never gonna happen
Oh, you're quick to cash in
It's so hard being only average
Smoke your dirty habits
In your daddy's pretty Aston
Oh, no need for passion
'Cause old money makes good for fashion
You love your dirty habits
And you like your rock stars classic
Money grab and a body bag
Let your girl get your bar tab
Babe, you never worry 'bout that
Why would you now if you never have?
You're conflict avoidant
So self important
And my name's exploited
So ****ing annoying
Oh, you're quick to cash in
It's so hard being only average
Smoke your dirty habits
In your daddy's pretty Aston
Oh, no need for passion
'Cause old money makes good for fashion
You love your dirty habits
And you like your rock stars classic
You love your dirty habits
It's pretty ****ing tragic
You're so ****ing dramatic