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Monogrammed handbags and matching Prada shoes They've got their autographed snapbacks and daddy's new BMW They've got their personal trainers, sky's the limit come see the view But I don't dress head to toe designer and this ain't the crowd that I'm into I'm done hanging with the trust fund kids Woah, no I'm done feeling like I don't fit in Woah, no I'm done hanging with the trust fund kids Woah, no Trust fund kids, oh Slamming my foot down in my beat-up cavalier I try to make it to midtown but they always beat me here This ain't a phony disclaimer but I can't afford 5th avenue My life's a different flavor and this ain't the crowd that I'm into I'm done hanging with the trust fund kids Woah, no I'm done feeling like I don't fit in Woah, no I'm done hanging with the trust fund kids Woah, no Well silver spoons never touched my tongue I drink a different brew a different drum At times I wish gold filled my lungs But I beat a different groove a different drum A different groove, a different drum A different groove, a different drum A different groove, a different drum A different groove, oh I'm done hanging with the trust fund kids Woah, no I'm done feeling like I don't fit in Woah, no I'm done hanging with the trust fund kids Woah, no I'm done feeling like I don't fit in Woah, no I'm done hanging with the trust fund kids Woah, no I'm done feeling like I don't fit in Woah, no I'm done hanging with the trust fund kids Woah, no Trust fund kids
Writer(s): Ariane Gabriel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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