private school

bryce vine

2 a.m. on a sunday

house party in the hollywood hills

cobblestone in the driveway

i hear the parents got family wealth

they had cristal

perfect skin

smoking on virginia slims

ask me for a light

i comply

what your name again?

she not from cali

only here for the week

and crashing at her parents' cottage out in sagamore beach

where the water is sweet

purple silk in the sheets

where they blaze every day and they soak in the eve

you know luxury problems

ain't no mcdonald's and ramen

they got jacuzzis and saunas

my bank account got no commas

and it's shit

it's the type of living

not everybody's given

but everybody in it knows everybody in it

but that's the way it go when credit don't got a limit

you know

what good it soil when there's nowhere to grow

like a deer in the headlights

she was blind to the street life

she don't know what the world like

guess they don't teach you much in private school

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she said she wanna be a normal girl

and live a normal life

and meet a normal man and make a normal wife

live in an average house

maybe work a 9 to 5

i mean in theory

though really

that sounds nice

but they'll be no more taken jets to paris and cannes

no more family trips to bali

morocco

japan

i know you want it all

the yachts and catamarans

don't you love that feeling of digging your toes in the sand

she tell me

it ain't always perfect

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