Texty

When I was just a kid I dreamed about the life I'd live Buy fancy cars and a new crib And cruise around with all my friends With all my friends (where they at, though?) But I've been waking up And realizing all those things Look so much different through a screen And that type of life ain't what it seems Isn't what it seems The designer bags are not all bad But I'll never find my worth in that I don't need A bunch of money, clothes, and diamond rings (bling-bling) To be happy 'Cause all the best things in life are free So give me the simple things People might say There's a game you gotta play (wait, what?) Just play along and you'll get paid (this ain't freeze tag) But I refuse to be a slave To be a slave (hey) I'm just gonna be me (whoa, yeah) Love all the weird things on my skin (too pretty, too pretty) My crooked smile, my lazy grin I'm throwing caution to the wind To the wind 'Cause what's popular don't always last I'm okay with being the outcast I don't need A bunch of money, clothes, and diamond rings To be happy 'Cause all the best things in life are free So give me the simple- I don't need A bunch of money, clothes, and diamond rings (diamond rings) To be happy 'Cause all the best things in life are free So give me the simple things
Writer(s): Joe Barnes, Davide Mutendji, Joshua Holiday, Chelsea Plank Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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