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 f*ck 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