Bryce Vine - Private School
2 AM on a SundayHouse party in the Hollywood hills
Cobblestone in the driveway
I hear the parents got family wealth
They had Crystal, perfect skin
Smoking on Virginia Slim ask me for a light
I comply, what's 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 is 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 private school
Private school private school
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 there'll be no more takin'
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
But shit it's always worth it"
I said, "Let's ride tonight"
She glad I changed the subject
'Cause all she really want is someone to hold
No good is soil when there's nothing to grow
Though
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 private school
Private school private school
Private schools chicks really know
How to win it
Private schools chicks really know
How to win it
They'd rather be fake if you try to hit it
Cause private school chicks got
Enough as it is
Private schools chicks really know
How to win it
Private schools chicks really know
How to win it
They'd rather be fake if you try to hit it
Cause private school chicks got
Enough as it is
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 private school
Private school private school
Guess they don't teach you
Much in private school private school
Private school private school
Written by:
SIMON WILCOX, NOLAN LAMBROZA, BRYCE VINE
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