Hot damn your brand name flash
I swear you look like cash
Your peers kissing your ass
Can’t have no last month duds
Tell dad you hate his guts
He’ll get you any little thing you want
Swallow that silver spoon
Let greed be good for you
Your skin will shine like new
We got you listening this time
Trade in that nickel for a dime
Let all your friends watch it shine
Look real close
I bet you’ll laugh out loud
‘Cause my clothes are trash and hand me downs
You’ll rip me apart if you ever find out
Your care was custom made to mach your heart
With plastic of the finest grade
Your Benz went out of style when the calendar changed
Well this part ain’t hard to understand
They’ll supply if you just demand
Stand up and hold out your hands
You got the gimme gimmes so bad for the latest swag
Hold on like trophies to your designer price tags
You smell like pages out of magazines and it makes me gag
The ground you walk on is not red carpet clad
And I saw my wish list in a thrift store window
Maybe I can get it when I figure out how the hell I’m gonna eat
You pitch a hissy fit when your little pedicure moves slow
And I kiss my lucky stars for the shoes on my feet
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