Artist: Lykki Li
Album: Wounded Rhymes (2011)
Title: Rich Kids Blues
Lyrics Rich Kids BluesBubble, bubble straight to my head
The richer, the (drier?) 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 wild-eyed ways
Mama, there's nothing you can do or say
I got the rich kids blues
And they got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids 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
And the sighing, sighing's out of your bed
But the 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 kids blues
And they got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And i'm not sure that i'm pulling through
I got the rich kids blues
And they got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And i'm not sure that i'm pulling through
I got the rich kids blues
Mama, i got the rich kids blues
Mama, i got your white lie ways
Mama, i got the rich kids blues |
