trust fund tears lyrics

[Verse 1]
Daddy bought the Beamer, but you still can’t drive
Mommy paid tuition, now you barely survive
Silver spoon drippin’, but you starving for clout
Sippin’ on pain like you know what it’s about
Started a brand but your dad made the logo
Sold out your soul for a fifteen-minute promo
You sell pain like it’s just aesthetic
Till the real thing hits, then you regret it

[Pre-Chorus]
You never felt the cold with the heat turned off
Never watched your dreams get sold for cost
You’re buyin’ into culture like it’s couture
Mockin’ the grind you never endured

[Chorus]
Trust fund tears on your daddy’s floor
Screamin’ “life is hard” in designer Dior
Stupid rich kids, playin’ poor for the thrill
You got everything, but you’re lookin’ for “real”

[Verse 2]
You dress like rebellion, but you sleep like a king
Sippin’ champagne while you trash everything
Ripped-up jeans cost more than my rent
Actin’ like you earned what your parents spent
[Pre-Chorus]
You never had to stretch a check to eat
Never prayed your mama’d get some sleep
Never had to fight just to make it out
But you post a quote, pretend you’re about that life

[Chorus]
Trust fund tears on your daddy’s floor
Screamin’ “life is hard” in designer Dior
Stupid rich kids, playin’ poor for the thrill
You got everything, but you’re lookin’ for “real”
Trust fund tears, cryin’ like you broke
On the yacht, lightin’ up another smoke
You don’t get the fight, you don’t know the scars
Still you steal our stories like they’re luxury cars

[Bridge]
You wanna feel lost, wanna feel pain
Wanna write songs from a runaway train
Fake deep quotes and a thrift store ‘fit
Still got a black card tucked in your wrist
You love to play sad with a smile on your face
Singin’ heartbreak from a pretty safe place
But your “broke phase” is just a f*ckin’ trend
You get to choose when the struggle ends
[Chorus]
Trust fund tears, go cry in your Benz
While the rest of us bleed just to pay our rent
Stupid rich kids, got nothin’ to prove
Still steal the pain just to feel like it’s truth
Trust fund tears, pourin’ on the ‘Gram
Feelin’ so deep with a six-figure plan
You don’t live the fight, you just play the part
And call it “art” but you’re breakin’ our hearts