Rich boy, silly quick
Park life, picnic
Shit tight, no slack
Grab a glass of cognac
Pictures from my Kodak
I keep 'em in my backpack
Never eat a Big Mac
Unless you want a heart attack
You don't possibly know what it's like to be me
It's true
It's true
But it's not your fault
Not your fault
Not your fault, buddy
Is it wrong, is it real?
Do you really not know how I feel?
Would it help if I told ya?
I'm really, really glad that I know ya
Rich boy, silly quick
Park life, picnic
Shit tight, no slack
Grab a glass of cognac
Pictures from my Kodak
I don't possibly know what it's like to be you
It's true
It's true
But it's not my fault
Not my fault
Not my fault, honey
Any way the wind blows
I don't want to go, if it means not spending any time with you
No, I don't want to go, if it means not spending any time with you
Is it wrong, is it real?
Do you really not know how I feel?
Would it help if I told ya?
I'm really, really glad that I know ya
Never slip, never fall
When I pull up, imma ball
Wonder if you're gonna call
Never slip, never fall
When I pull up, imma ball
Wonder if you're gonna call
Pictures from my Kodak