[Verse 1]
Trust fund babies in thrifted clothes
Pretending they know how the factory flows
Daddy worked the paper mill, callused hands
While you're staging photos for your Instagram fans
Living poverty chic, it's so unique
While I grew up eating once a week
[Chorus]
Gutter glamour, snap that pose
Municipal housing through your ring light glows
Fake that struggle, make it art
While real ones living it fall apart
Gutter glamour, what a scene
Cosplaying poor is the new regime
[Verse 2]
Underground venue, packed with fakes
Designer vintage, whatever it takes
Accordion samples hit different when
You ain't never had to clock in at 10
Your rebellion's just a TikTok trend
My story's what you love to pretend
Curate that feed, perfect that look
While authenticity's getting shook
[Bridge]
Working class aesthetic on your mood board
Trust fund backing, but you look so bored
Thrift store hunting like it's sport
While some of us ain't got no other resort
[Chorus]
Gutter glamour, snap that pose
Municipal housing through your ring light glows
Fake that struggle, make it art
While real ones living it fall apart
Gutter glamour, what a scene
Cosplaying poor is the new regime
[Outro]
Keep flexing poverty like it's gold
While real stories remain untold
Your social justice is just for show
Surface level's all you know