Ya Thumbs are stuck to yo phone, so you won’t be alone
Who to wear and who to bone, you moan, but to me it’s unknown.
His cologne
Makes you atone
For the guys you’ve blown
And all the shit you own.
Under the knife for your flab so hop in the cab
Champagne keeps flowing on to yo daddys tab, its fab.
This life you have.
Don’t need your fake I.D, overseas,
It’s a breeze, to get yer degree from the ivy’s,
Livin easy, getting wheezy, shits real cheesy.
Yer teaz-in me, when you get greedy, yer weeds mad seedy.
Yer still on your black- berry, sippin on sherry, drinkin cups of tea
Makin me see, how I’d rather be, with a peach bellini, on my way to Italy
Yah. I’d just rather be free. Believe me. I’d rather be free.
I know it aint you.
I know its not your fault Take it with a grain of salt
Or your Malt,
Liqueur , you prefer shaken not stirred, leave the house with your fur
Every night a new monsieurrrr.
Salt on the rim, keepin trim ,with yer Virginia slims, forget bout the gym,
Still thinkin bout him, lifes like the sims,
Imma go out on a limb:
Mummy’s out to brunch, daddy works for the dow?
Booze, blow and weed whatcha wanna do now? I know its how, you wow, the crowwwd
Keep wastin your trust,
you must, to live on the upper crust,
fill your bust with gold dust,
and
Money out your ears
Bringin me tears, causin me fears
Just wanna buy my friends beers, instead im shoppin at sears
So cheers, for these long years.
Pray to god, pray to buddah
pray to the Lord, cause I can’t ignore
that you're bored to some accord
I know you don’t care,
Cause yer last name is Ford.
Yah its all in your name
Yah Yer all the same, it’s just a game to find fame
To find blame of what you became.
I don’t mean to diss, what I’ve found is this:
Money don’t bring happiness,
It Brings Bliss.
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