Rich Kids - Rich Kids

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

And the sighing, sighing is out of your bed

And 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 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