Silver Spoons

By Kid Pixie

Released on May 2, 2021

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[Verse 1]

Call you trailer trash from their tiny homes

Tweet "Who needs cash?" from thousand dollar phones

It's always "Me? I did this on my own"

But they're living off of daddy's loans


[Chorus]

Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tune

They're trading summer homes for sprinter vans and howling at the moon

They bought your life just to sell it back to you

Out here gagging on those silver spoons

Out here choking on their silver spoons


[Verse 2]

It's an age old struggle repackaged for the high class

Broke is the new loaded, baby, ain't you seen the hashtags?

A shiny spitting image of the pеople that they outcast

They wеar diamonds, we chew broken glass

They wear diamonds, we chew broken glass


[Chorus]

Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tune

Now that wealth is out of style, good luck spotting the tycoons

They pay good money to try on what you went through

Out here gagging on those silver spoons

Out here choking on their silver spoons


[Verse 3]

It's a tone-deaf gospel full of hidden fees

Poverty remodeled for the bourgeoisie

Trust fund babies preaching how to be free

Selling healing like they're not the disease

They'll sell you healing like they're not the disease


[Chorus]

Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tune

Your life is their lifestyle, their illusion is our truth

They want their cake and to shame you for it too

Out here choking on their silver spoons

Out here gagging on those silver spoons


[Verse 4]

They're "minimalists" but you're "too poor to buy shit"

Acting like they feel your pain when their daddy caused it

Screaming "eat the rich" like they're not at your table, as if

They're buying up the lifelines, throwing bones to those still adrift


[Chorus]

Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tunes

Trading summer homes for sprinter vans and howling at the moon

They bought your life just to sell it back to you

Out here choking on those silver spoons

Yeah, these rich kids are changing their tunes

Trading summer homes for sprinter vans and howling at the moon

They bought your life just to sell it back to you

Out here gagging on those silver spoons

Out here choking on those silver spoons

"If I did it, so can you"

Out here gagging on those silver spoons