But everybody’s like cristal,
Maybach,
Diamonds on your time piece.
Jet planes,
Islands,
Tigers on a gold leash.
We don’t care,
We aren’t caught up in your love affair.
And we’ll never be royals..
It don’t run in our blood,
That kind of lux just ain’t for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler,
You can call me queen B
And baby I’ll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.
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