Текст песни Rich Kid Blues

Bubble, bubble straight to my head

The richer, the ?, I believe in the liar

You're bringin' trouble, trouble back in my bed

When nobody can save me 'cause the smoke is my baby, baby

Mama, I got your white lie ways

Mama, there's nothing you can do or say

I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through

Why you, why you over my head?

Mama, she told me keep your eyes on the trophy

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For delirious gestures are so easily misread

Mama, got your white lie taste

Mama, there's nothing you can do or say

I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through

I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you

I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through

I got the rich kid's blues

Mama, got your white lie ways

Mama, got the rich kid's blues