Rich Kids Blues

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，theres nothing you can do or say
I got the rich kids blues
And its got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And Im not sure that Ill pull it through
Why, oh, why youre over my head
Mama, she told me, 'Keep your eyes on the trophy'
And I sigh I sigh as I leave your bed
For delirious gestures are so easily restrained
mama
I got your wild-eyed taste
Mama, theres nothing you can do or say
I got the rich kids blues
And its got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And Im not sure that Ill pull it through
I got the rich kids blues
And its got nothing to do with you
I got the rich kids blues
And Im not sure that Ill pull it through
Mama, I got the rich kids blues
Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways
Mama , I got the rich kids blues