Mama, I got your white lie 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
And 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
Lykke Li - Rich Kids Blues Lyrics
Lykke Li - Rich Kids Blues Lyrics
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Mama, I got your white lie 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
And 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
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
And 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
Writer: BJOERN YTTLING, LYKKE LI ZACHRISSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC