Silver Spoons by Kid Pixie Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Call you trailer trash from their tiny homes
Tweet "Who needs cash?" from thousand dollar phones
It's always "Me? I did this on my own"
But they're living off of daddy's loans
[Chorus]
Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tune
They're trading summer homes for sprinter vans and howling at the moon
They bought your life just to sell it back to you
Out here gagging on those silver spoons
Out here choking on their silver spoons
[Verse 2]
It's an age old struggle repackaged for the high class
Broke is the new loaded, baby, ain't you seen the hashtags?
A shiny spitting image of the pеople that they outcast
They wеar diamonds, we chew broken glass
They wear diamonds, we chew broken glass
[Chorus]
Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tune
Now that wealth is out of style, good luck spotting the tycoons
They pay good money to try on what you went through
Out here gagging on those silver spoons
Out here choking on their silver spoons
[Verse 3]
It's a tone-deaf gospel full of hidden fees
Poverty remodeled for the bourgeoisie
Trust fund babies preaching how to be free
Selling healing like they're not the disease
They'll sell you healing like they're not the disease
[Chorus]
Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tune
Your life is their lifestyle, their illusion is our truth
They want their cake and to shame you for it too
Out here choking on their silver spoons
Out here gagging on those silver spoons
[Verse 4]
They're "minimalists" but you're "too poor to buy shit"
Acting like they feel your pain when their daddy caused it
Screaming "eat the rich" like they're not at your table, as if
They're buying up the lifelines, throwing bones to those still adrift
[Chorus]
Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tunes
Trading summer homes for sprinter vans and howling at the moon
They bought your life just to sell it back to you
Out here choking on those silver spoons
Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tunes
Trading summer homes for sprinter vans and howling at the moon
They bought your life just to sell it back to you
Out here gagging on those silver spoons
Out here choking on those silver spoons
"If I did it, so can you"
Out here gagging on those silver spoons
Call you trailer trash from their tiny homes
Tweet "Who needs cash?" from thousand dollar phones
It's always "Me? I did this on my own"
But they're living off of daddy's loans
[Chorus]
Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tune
They're trading summer homes for sprinter vans and howling at the moon
They bought your life just to sell it back to you
Out here gagging on those silver spoons
Out here choking on their silver spoons
[Verse 2]
It's an age old struggle repackaged for the high class
Broke is the new loaded, baby, ain't you seen the hashtags?
A shiny spitting image of the pеople that they outcast
They wеar diamonds, we chew broken glass
They wear diamonds, we chew broken glass
[Chorus]
Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tune
Now that wealth is out of style, good luck spotting the tycoons
They pay good money to try on what you went through
Out here gagging on those silver spoons
Out here choking on their silver spoons
[Verse 3]
It's a tone-deaf gospel full of hidden fees
Poverty remodeled for the bourgeoisie
Trust fund babies preaching how to be free
Selling healing like they're not the disease
They'll sell you healing like they're not the disease
[Chorus]
Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tune
Your life is their lifestyle, their illusion is our truth
They want their cake and to shame you for it too
Out here choking on their silver spoons
Out here gagging on those silver spoons
[Verse 4]
They're "minimalists" but you're "too poor to buy shit"
Acting like they feel your pain when their daddy caused it
Screaming "eat the rich" like they're not at your table, as if
They're buying up the lifelines, throwing bones to those still adrift
[Chorus]
Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tunes
Trading summer homes for sprinter vans and howling at the moon
They bought your life just to sell it back to you
Out here choking on those silver spoons
Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tunes
Trading summer homes for sprinter vans and howling at the moon
They bought your life just to sell it back to you
Out here gagging on those silver spoons
Out here choking on those silver spoons
"If I did it, so can you"
Out here gagging on those silver spoons