Rich Kids Blues

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Hover, hover, straight to my head
The riches are dry of living the lie
And bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed
Where nobody can save me 'cause the smoke is my baby

Baby, mama I got your wild-eyed ways
Mama, there's nothing you can do or say

I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through

Why you, why you over my head?
Mama, she told me keep your eyes on the trophy
And the sighing, sighing is out of your bed
But the delirious gestures are so easily misread

Mama, got your white lie taste
Mama, there's nothing you can do or say

I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
I got the rich kid's blues and they got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kid's blues and I'm not sure that I'm pulling through
I got the rich kid's blues

Mama, got your white lie ways
Mama, got the rich kid's blues