Lyrics Private School - Bryce Vine

2 AM on a Sunday
House party in the Hollywood Hills
Cobblestone in the driveway
I hear the parents got family wealth
They had crystile, perfect skin, smokin' on Virginia Slims
Ask me for a light
I comply
What's your name again
She not from Cali
Only here for the weekend
Crashing at a parent's cottage
Out in Sagamore Beach
Where the water is sweet
Purple silk in the sheets
Where they blaze every day
And they soak in the eve
You know luxury problems
Ain't no McDonalds and ramen
They got jacuzzis and saunas
My bank account got no commas
And it's shit, it's the type of livng
Not everybody givin
But everybody in it knows everybody in it
But that's the way it go when your credit don't got a limit
You know, what good is soil when there's no where to grow, though
Ohh
Like a deer in the headlights
She was blind to the street life
She don't know what the world like
Cause they don't teach you much in private school
Private school
Private school
Private school
She said she want to be a normal girl
And live a normal life
And meet a normal man
And make a normal wife
Live in an average house
Maybe workin' 9 to 5
I mean in theory though really that sounds nice
But
There'll be no more taking jets to Paris and Kanse
No more family trips to Bolly, Morroco, Japan
I know you want it all
The yachts and catamarans
Don't you love that feeling of diggin your toes in the sand
She tell me
It ain't always perfect
But shit it's always worth it
I said lets ride tonight
She glad I changed the subject
Cause all she really want is
Someone to hold
No good is soil when there's nothing to grow, though
Yeah
Like a deer in the headlights
She was blind to the street life
She don't know what the world like
Cause they don't teach you much in private school
Private school
Private school
Private school
(Private schools chicks really know how to win it)
(Private schools chicks really know how to win it)
(Private schools chicks really know how to win it)
(Private schools chicks really know how to win it)
(Private schools chicks really know how to win it)
(Private schools chicks really know how to win it)
(They'd rather be fake if you try to hit it)
(Cause private school chicks got enought as it is)
Like a deer in the headlights
She was blind to the street life
She don't know what the world like
Cause they don't teach you much in private school
Private school
Private school
Private school
Cause they don't teach you much in private school
Private school
Private school
Private school