In love with fashion, still trying to be Audrey Hepburn Grabs the check, but she spends what she hasn't yet earned Life's a bitch, if you play with fire you get burned The road to riches could throw you off at the next turn Yeah, poor little rich girl Cries her eyes out, it's all part of the show Fell in love with the fast life but started it slow Loves creative types, slept with every artist she know Comes from high society, but they frown on her actions Instagrams half naked, how she sounds in her captions Always snobby and conceited, she knows what the deal is Wants to party, thumbs through a rolodex full of dealers Yeah, cause she said the high was divine The first time is what she kept on searching trying to find Scared to lose it all but everything was nothing inside Couldn't face the truth but everyone's got something to hide It's ironic how conscious she is of how she appear Two hours getting dressed but still can't look herself in the mirror Making poor choices, even at her wealthiest year Was a fast lifestyle that no one helped her to steer, yeah
L'ambiance à la maison elle me rend tellement triste. Ca me fout le cafard. Tous les jours j'ai mal au coeur. je sais que mon père va faire/dire un truc et que ça va partir en couille. J'en ai tellement, tellement marre.