Nolan Lentz - Rust Belt Rosé Lyrics

[Intro]
Sippin' pink drinks in a dead man's town
Trust fund babies wearing Carhartt gowns
Yeah, you think this shit is vintage cool
While my old man's lungs are black as coal

[Verse 1]
Paper mill memories ain't your Instagram feed
Daddy's benefits cut while you flex that degree
You rock them work boots, never worked a damn day
Posing in abandoned spots where real folks fade away
Five-dollar coffee in a ten-cent cup
Playing working class hero while your stocks go up
Rust Belt Rosé, twelve bucks a glass
While the factory whistle screams its final blast

[Chorus]
Rust Belt Rosé, ain't that so chic?
Drinking bourgie wine where blue collars used to meet
Rust Belt Rosé, such a perfect view
Of somebody else's struggle through your vintage lens, fool

[Verse 2]
Your thrifted Dickies cost more than my rent
Gentrifying pain till there's nothing left
Hashtag authentic, hashtag real
Trading labor stories that you never feel
Dad's generation built this whole damn town
Now it's just a backdrop for your social crown
Aesthetic poverty's your favorite game
While real folks struggle, you just chase the fame

[Bridge]
You collect our culture like it's designer clothes
But you'll never know what it's like when the mill doors close
Your industrial tourism makes me f*cking sick
Playing poor for likes while your trust fund hits

[Chorus]
Rust Belt Rosé, ain't that so chic?
Drinking bourgie wine where blue collars used to meet
Rust Belt Rosé, such a perfect view
Of somebody else's struggle through your vintage lens, fool

[Outro]
Keep sipping pink drinks in this ghost town scene
While real stories fade like old factory steam
Yeah, keep pretending, keep playing your part
While the rust belt bleeds its working heart