Lyrics:

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The valet pointed me through the door
One more shot and you're on the floor
If cash talks, yours is a lion's roar
Guesquire, Christian Dior

You're the asshole ambassador
But your friends obey like labradors
I vomited on the alpine decor
It's okay, your daddy gon' buy some more

Hey, hey, hey

All your friends from school are here
Your frat boys got the rufies near
What will they want when you're out of beer?
Your parents' cocaine

Your graduation monster bash
The maids will pick up all the trash
In almost every room is stashed
Your parents' cocaine

Your daddy gon' make you VP of Sales
Don't mix good shit with the ginger ale
Pacific Heights ain't Sunnydale
You could murder somebody and be out on bail

Your mom's Amtrak, she's on the rails
So many bumps thought it was braille
One day, we're all gonna tip the scales
'Cause I gotta crew too big to fail

Hey, hey, hey

Steve and Katie shut the door
And fucked all on the bathroom floor
Now they're up and looking for
Your parents' cocaine

Until you get that trust fund check
Pretend you worked for your respect
Janie's asking if she can test
Your parents' cocaine

All your esteemed colleagues and guests
Are here to celebrate your success
They only say, 'Good luck' in jest
Your fortune guaranteed at the breast

And Dave, who lets you win at chess
Is with your girlfriend in her dress
They're tired of being your marionettes
You'll mourn in Rio via company jet

Hey, hey, hey

Your daddy's got a business plan
Which made wars in Afghanistan
It bought your house in Bangkok and
Your parents' cocaine

Narcos kicked my windows out
They beat and dragged me out the house
They don't give a fuck about
Your parents' cocaine, your parents' cocaine

Oh no
They don't give a fuck about your parents' cocaine, boys and girls
And another line for you, and another line for you
Now do the world a favor and blow your fucking brains out