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TRACK 4
BLEACH


[INTRO]
…Ain’t got a trust fund, but they trust me to ruin the night. They pour drinks like forgiveness. They love like it’s disposable. Guess I’m just the background in someone else’s lifestyle.

[VERSE 1]
Not a rich kid, but they let me in
Sippin’ gold like communion, drownin’ in sin
Velvet couch with the red cups sinkin’ in
They treat pain like a fashion trend. I ain’t never had the shoes with the wings
Ate lunch alone while they bought diamond rings Now they hand me pills like they handing out things. Laugh too loud while the chandelier swings. Ain’t from money, but I fake it real well, These rich kids love me ‘cause I got a lot of hell. A little bit of trauma, a little bit of flare, And a whole lot of not really being there.

[CHORUS]
High again, they don't feel nothin'
Drunk again, they just keep frontin’
Love me like a drug, just for the function
But I want more than a rich kid’s assumption
I want real love don’t live in mansions
they dont pop bottles
It just thats what I want

[VERSE 2]
One girl in the corner cryin’ to The Cure
Said her daddy got the Benz but never been sure What it's like to hold a hand without a price tag I said “same,” she laughed and passed me her dad's flask
All these pools got no depth
All these rooms got no rest
All this flex got no truth
I seen a mirror full of fog from the bathroom line, I seen a rich kid overdose on borrowed time. I seen a soul break down in a Gucci coat, I seen myself… forgot the joke

[CHORUS]
High again, they don't feel nothin'
Drunk again, they just keep frontin’
Love me like a drug, just for the function
But I want more than a rich kid’s assumption
I want real love don’t live in mansions
they dont pop bottles
It just thats what I want

[BRIDGE]
Mama used to tell me not to chase the shine
Now I’m lit with these kids who don’t make the time
Gold chain on me, still feel broke
Designer highs, but I’m missin’ hope I don’t belong, but I smile through the sound
Not a rich kid, just a ghost in a crowd
All the champagne can’t make this right
But I toast anyway, under satellite light

[POST BRIDGE]
real love
ive been looking for real love
real love

[OUTRO]
And I stepped out back just to breathe the night
Stars above, and the pool’s glowin’ white
Eyes low, heart loud, cup tight
Then I saw her, damn, Amy's in that moonlight..