Nolan Lentz - Grim Glamour Lyrics

[Intro]
Trust fund rebels in their thrifted clothes
Sipping craft beer through their perfect nose
Playing working class, what a f*cking show
In this bougie bar where the fake kids go

[Verse 1]
Vintage Carhartt jacket that ain't seen no dirt
Dad's a CEO but they act like they hurt
Preaching revolution from a silver spoon
Posted up in Jakobstad, ain't it afternoon?
Accordion music mixed with fake trap beats
While they talk about the struggle from their premium seats
"I feel you working class," yeah, that's what they say
But they never worked a day, just wanna play

[Chorus]
Grim glamour, what a f*cking joke
Trust fund babies playing broke
Posting stories 'bout the cause
While daddy pays their student loans
Grim glamour, ain't it sweet?
Fake rebellion on repeat
Instagram activism show
While real people struggle slow

[Verse 2]
They rock construction boots with pristine soles
Talk about the system while they play their roles
"Let's discuss Marx," yeah, between champagne sips
Revolution hashtags from their weekend trips
I grew up in housing blocks, they play pretend
Turn my life into content that they can spend
Every Friday night, same performative dance
Poverty tourism in their designer pants

[Bridge]
You ain't lived it, you just wear it
You ain't fixed it, just declare it
Social justice in your stories
While you dodge the real worries

[Verse 3]
Underground venue filled with plastic souls
Taking working class and making it their goals
Bilingual bullshit about making change
While they gentrify the streets and act estranged
Got their manifestos written on MacBook Pros
Talking bout the system while they strike their pose
But when real shit happens, they just look away
Cause revolution's just a game they play

[Outro]
Trust fund rebels in their thrifted clothes
The party's over, everybody knows
Playing working class until the sun comes up
Then back to daddy's mansion in their Volvo truck