Glamorama - Bryce Vine

That girl a heartbreaker

Tell you to move along

That girl a high-staker

She’s so filet mignon

Livin' in the city, fuckin' with the stars

Whippin' round in hundred thousand dollar cars, yeah

She say her time is money

These niggas glad to pay

Lovin' bottle service

What more she gotta say

Poppin' through the city on the boulevard

Skinning dippin' at the Chateau Marmont

And she wilin'

She got them Gucci ruby shoes

Dancin' at the club;

these niggas love the way she moves

And she ridin'

Out to her party in the hills

Bumpin' on the coke cause she loves the way it feels

And she lyin'

That girl won’t ever fall in love

She pretty, too pretty to really ever give a fuck

And she

Don’t really gotta stress

Do whatever you wanna

Cause everything is perfect in the life of glamorama

Yeah

In the life of glamorama

That girl a soul shaker

She got that rebel yell

That girl a whole-caker

She eat it all herself

Out the window singin' Lousiana Sky

Pack of demons and the devil by her side, yeah

That girl a hard worker though

She be her own supporter

Money, sleep, money, eat, money

In that order

With the posse knockin' shots and doing drugs

Twenty seven, still be feelin' twenty one

And she wilin'

She got them Gucci ruby shoes

Dancin' at the club;

these niggas love the way she moves

And she ridin'

Out to her party in the hills

Bumpin' on the coke cause she loves the way it feels

And she lyin'

That girl won’t ever fall in love

She pretty, too pretty to really ever give a fuck

And she

Don’t really gotta stress

Do whatever you wanna

Cause everything is perfect in the life of glamorama

Yeah

In the life of glamorama

(I always wondered about that guy who slept with a fashion model)

(Plus I know)

(I can quit anytime)

And she wilin'

Way on the other side of town

The grass is only greener every time she come around

And she ridin'

Out to a desert in the eve

Drop at Tallahassee, then she swears she’ll never leave

And she lyin'

That girl won’t ever fall in love

She pretty, too pretty, and ain’t nobody good enough

And she

Don’t really gotta stress

Do whatever you wanna

Cause everything is perfect girl, your life is glamorama

In the life of glamorama