Narrator (Intro):

Son, I want you to take the 1500 down to the clubhouse and let them know we'll be renewing for the season

And while you're there, make sure they've still got our table by the window, the one your mother likes

Prod. Emerald:

Verse 1:

Country club with the lames, fake peace, still pain

Daiquiris in the sun, baby, you can't rinse that stain

Mow the grass, but the roots still hang

Look good on Instagram, but you know it's all a game

Green field clean, but the dirt still stain

Big smile on, but the hurt still remain

Trying to heal rich, but it all feel the same

Baby, how you feeling when it comes down to rain?

Dress code tucked, but they all still lame

Daddy bought a piece, but he ain't buy shame

Tennis on the weekend, got a coke in the range

Life looks sweet, but the script feels strange

I just seen her cry in a Moncler coat

Talking real soft like she ain't just a ghost

Face in the mirror, don't post that quote

She a saint on the gram, but that story don't float

Verse 2:

Told me she loved me in the wine-stained suite

Her mom say I'm broke, but I'm rich off beats

Her daddy vote red, but he's sippin' that green

Trying to buy his guilt with the condo fees

Walking around this function like I own this town

Neck froze up, but the weight still drown

Wipe my tears on a Goyard towel

I ain't mad, I just see it all now

Old money problems in a Tesla truck

She got trust funds, yeah, but no one to trust

White lines on the marble floor

She swear she ain't touch the stuff before

Verse 3 / Hook:

Whole friend group got the same fake laugh

Same grad pic in a Vineyard cap

Same sad text in a midnight draft

Whole life curated, but it still fall flat

And I told her it's not love, it's just debt

You ain't rich, you just ain't felt the stress

You ain't him, you just playin' dress

You ain't healed, you just postin' less

Back nine lookin' like a runway scene

She pop pills like an Oakwood scene

I sip shame in a Dior flask

Even heaven got a member's pass

Chorus / Outro:

Country club, fake love, tryna numb that pain

Every green got a price, every kiss a name

Live rich, die young, what a good game

And we still toast off the same champagne