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cc / fake peace - @prodemerald lyrics

narrator (intro):
son, i want you to take the 1500 down to the clubhouse and let them know we’ll be renewing for the season
and while you’re there, make sure they’ve still got our table by the window, the one your mother likes

prod. emerald:
verse 1:
country club with the lames, fake peace, still pain
daiquiris in the sun, baby, you can’t rinse that stain
mow the grass, but the roots still hang
look good on instagram, but you know it’s all a game
green field clean, but the dirt still stain
big smile on, but the hurt still remain
trying to heal rich, but it all feel the same
baby, how you feeling when it comes down to rain?
dress code tucked, but they all still lame
daddy bought a piece, but he ain’t buy shame
tennis on the weekend, got a coke in the range
life looks sweet, but the script feels strange
i just seen her cry in a moncler coat
talking real soft like she ain’t just a ghost
face in the mirror, don’t post that quote
she a saint on the gram, but that story don’t float

verse 2:
told me she loved me in the wine*stained suite
her mom say i’m broke, but i’m rich off beats
her daddy vote red, but he’s sippin’ that green
trying to buy his guilt with the condo fees
walking around this function like i own this town
neck froze up, but the weight still drown
wipe my tears on a goyard towel
i ain’t mad, i just see it all now
old money problems in a tesla truck
she got trust funds, yeah, but no one to trust
white lines on the marble floor
she swear she ain’t touch the stuff before
verse 3 / hook:
whole friend group got the same fake laugh
same grad pic in a vineyard cap
same sad text in a midnight draft
whole life curated, but it still fall flat
and i told her it’s not love, it’s just debt
you ain’t rich, you just ain’t felt the stress
you ain’t him, you just playin’ dress
you ain’t healed, you just postin’ less
back nine lookin’ like a runway scene
she pop pills like an oakwood scene
i sip shame in a dior flask
even heaven got a member’s pass
chorus / outro:
country club, fake love, tryna numb that pain
every green got a price, every kiss a name
live rich, die young, what a good game
and we still toast off the same champagne

- prodemerald lyrics

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