[Intro]
Trust fund baby in his thrifted Carhartt
Playing working class while daddy's got his credit card
Living in a penthouse, acting like it's hard
Performative rebellion's become an art
[Verse 1]
Erik rocks those vintage threads, two hundred a pop
Claims he's anti-establishment while his stocks just drop
Dividends keep rolling in, but he's playing poor
Got a safety net so big he can't fall through the floor
Grandfather worked the paper mill, callused hands and pride
While this kid's biggest struggle is choosing which side
Of town to gentrify with his coffee shop dreams
Preaching Marx from MacBooks, if you know what I mean
[Chorus]
Trust Fund Tango, dance like you belong
Wearing working class like a costume all day long
Trust Fund Tango, such a pretty show
Poverty tourism's the only life you know
[Verse 2]
At the underground shows in his designer boots
Claims he's self-made but we know the ugly truth
Posts about the struggle while his bank account swells
Living in a bubble where authenticity sells
My old man worked doubles just to keep us fed
While you're slumming it in spaces that we can't afford
Cosplaying the hardship, man, that shit ain't cute
When real folks are struggling to make ends meet, shoot
[Bridge]
You can buy the aesthetic
But you can't buy the pain
Of choosing between dinner
Or fixing the drain
Your rebellion's hollow
Your protest's for show
You're just another tourist
In the life that we know
[Verse 3]
Sipping oat milk lattes, talking workers' rights
Never worked a graveyard shift or seen those fluorescent lights
Calling yourself "comrade" while your trust grows fat
There's more substance in your sneakers than your working-class act
Yeah, I see right through you like cellophane wrap
Your social justice warrior shit's a trust fund trap
But keep on dancing, keep pretending you're down
While real folks are breaking their backs in this town
[Outro]
Trust Fund Tango
Keep dancing alone
In your borrowed culture
And your comfort zone
When the music stops
And the lights come on
You'll still have daddy's millions
While we soldier on
Nolan Lentz - Trust Fund Tango Lyrics
Nolan Lentz - Trust Fund Tango Lyrics
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[Intro]
Trust fund baby in his thrifted Carhartt
Playing working class while daddy's got his credit card
Living in a penthouse, acting like it's hard
Performative rebellion's become an art
[Verse 1]
Erik rocks those vintage threads, two hundred a pop
Claims he's anti-establishment while his stocks just drop
Dividends keep rolling in, but he's playing poor
Got a safety net so big he can't fall through the floor
Grandfather worked the paper mill, callused hands and pride
While this kid's biggest struggle is choosing which side
Of town to gentrify with his coffee shop dreams
Preaching Marx from MacBooks, if you know what I mean
[Chorus]
Trust Fund Tango, dance like you belong
Wearing working class like a costume all day long
Trust Fund Tango, such a pretty show
Poverty tourism's the only life you know
[Verse 2]
At the underground shows in his designer boots
Claims he's self-made but we know the ugly truth
Posts about the struggle while his bank account swells
Living in a bubble where authenticity sells
My old man worked doubles just to keep us fed
While you're slumming it in spaces that we can't afford
Cosplaying the hardship, man, that shit ain't cute
When real folks are struggling to make ends meet, shoot
[Bridge]
You can buy the aesthetic
But you can't buy the pain
Of choosing between dinner
Or fixing the drain
Your rebellion's hollow
Your protest's for show
You're just another tourist
In the life that we know
[Verse 3]
Sipping oat milk lattes, talking workers' rights
Never worked a graveyard shift or seen those fluorescent lights
Calling yourself "comrade" while your trust grows fat
There's more substance in your sneakers than your working-class act
Yeah, I see right through you like cellophane wrap
Your social justice warrior shit's a trust fund trap
But keep on dancing, keep pretending you're down
While real folks are breaking their backs in this town
[Outro]
Trust Fund Tango
Keep dancing alone
In your borrowed culture
And your comfort zone
When the music stops
And the lights come on
You'll still have daddy's millions
While we soldier on
Trust fund baby in his thrifted Carhartt
Playing working class while daddy's got his credit card
Living in a penthouse, acting like it's hard
Performative rebellion's become an art
[Verse 1]
Erik rocks those vintage threads, two hundred a pop
Claims he's anti-establishment while his stocks just drop
Dividends keep rolling in, but he's playing poor
Got a safety net so big he can't fall through the floor
Grandfather worked the paper mill, callused hands and pride
While this kid's biggest struggle is choosing which side
Of town to gentrify with his coffee shop dreams
Preaching Marx from MacBooks, if you know what I mean
[Chorus]
Trust Fund Tango, dance like you belong
Wearing working class like a costume all day long
Trust Fund Tango, such a pretty show
Poverty tourism's the only life you know
[Verse 2]
At the underground shows in his designer boots
Claims he's self-made but we know the ugly truth
Posts about the struggle while his bank account swells
Living in a bubble where authenticity sells
My old man worked doubles just to keep us fed
While you're slumming it in spaces that we can't afford
Cosplaying the hardship, man, that shit ain't cute
When real folks are struggling to make ends meet, shoot
[Bridge]
You can buy the aesthetic
But you can't buy the pain
Of choosing between dinner
Or fixing the drain
Your rebellion's hollow
Your protest's for show
You're just another tourist
In the life that we know
[Verse 3]
Sipping oat milk lattes, talking workers' rights
Never worked a graveyard shift or seen those fluorescent lights
Calling yourself "comrade" while your trust grows fat
There's more substance in your sneakers than your working-class act
Yeah, I see right through you like cellophane wrap
Your social justice warrior shit's a trust fund trap
But keep on dancing, keep pretending you're down
While real folks are breaking their backs in this town
[Outro]
Trust Fund Tango
Keep dancing alone
In your borrowed culture
And your comfort zone
When the music stops
And the lights come on
You'll still have daddy's millions
While we soldier on
Writer: Ivan J.
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC