Текст песни Miracle II - Jalon Brown

Stop your crying, everything is over now
We're all gone

Sip your champagne from your father's wine cellar,
You're on

Big house, big pout, whatchu talkin' 'bout?
Said you got big plans for your life, scream 'em half drunk
Baby why don't you walk it out? You could take it out on me

Big dreams, eyes gleam, are you scratched up
From the claws? Clench your jaw, it's your time to scream
Do you know what I mean?
(Yeah)

You let him go, that story's over
It don't all have to be kosher
Burn your daddy's Range Rover
Rich girl privilege out in Florida

White lines that you got from Porsha
Think it will make them adore you
Throw a party on the porch
Your eyes lit up; he's just a no one

You let him go, that story's over
It don't all have to be kosher
Burn your daddy's Range Rover
Rich girl privilege out in Florida

White lines that you got from Porsha
Think it will make them adore you
Throw a party on the porch
Your eyes lit up; he's just a no one

Rich kids in the highland suburbs of Beverly Hills
Water down the throat, it's chasing down the pills
The pills

Sick of all the feelings you've been trying to kill
But I know what it's like, baby you
Just need to chill a little bit

Big house, big pout, whatchu talkin' 'bout?
Said you got big plans for your life, scream 'em half drunk
Baby why don't you walk it out? You could take it out on me

Big dreams, eyes gleam, are you scratched up
From the claws? Clench your jaw, it's your time to scream
Do you know what I mean?
(Yeah)

You let him go, that story's over
It don't all have to be kosher
Burn your daddy's Range Rover
Rich girl privilege out in Florida

White lines that you got from Porsha
Think it will make them adore you
Throw a party on the porch
Your eyes lit up; he's just a no one

You let him go, that story's over
It don't all have to be kosher
Burn your daddy's Range Rover
Rich girl privilege out in Florida

White lines that you got from Porsha
Think it will make them adore you
Throw a party on the porch
Your eyes lit up; he's just a no one