White Chrysler LeBaron

Rich kid but you cosplay poor
Old truck, I don't know what for
Too loud for the boys next door
It's all too much, it's all too-

Pull out in the brand new whip
White Chrysler from '96
Jaws drop when we pop that lid
It's not enough, it's not enough

I'm up, I need to air it up
All my tapes are caked in dust
Don't even think you give a fuck
It's not enough, it's not enough
It's all too much, it's all too much

Metamodern modesty
Middle booth at Applebee's
Always keepin' so discreet
Clipped the collar off the leash
Stuck in this dichotomy of country bumpkins, city slickers
Not to mention funny looks and hollow whispers
What's up? (up, up)
Time to air it up
Mama, why you wanna pay for lunch
Make believe it wasn't what it was
It ain't much, a couple thousand bucks
I'm so tired of acting like I don't like it
Don't ever let 'em see you smilin'
So c'mon now, let's get violent
Do something exciting

Rich kid but you cosplay poor
Old truck, I don't know what for
Too loud for the boys next door
It's all too much, it's all too-