Strut

Yes, I'm stressed, I ain't got time to rest

Everybody's trying to get to wealth from welfare and back again

Take a shortcut

On your knees real slow

Down to the fan bank, money to blow

Sniffin' on space dust

Confucius never had a buzz like this

Lightyear and ziggy with the sherbet fizz

Paid for the Merc with the fanboy Jizz

Lucy lastic, wrapped in plastic

Got a heart of gold but a head like a sinner

Looks of a killer

Living in a Hitchcock thriller with generational money

And living on interest, never had a paycheque

Always on the g-list, get a lot of free shit

Can I take a sweet pic?

Sold

To the highest bidder

Cream of the crop, on the rise to the top

I'm a winner

Does my face look thinner?

I'm Marilyn Monroe,

Not as stupid as I look

I don't do things by the book

I'm animalistic

Anarchistic

Cut throat, two-bit, son of a preacher

I'm Mona Lisa

I'm sick

But I'm not as sick as I ought to be

I'm just as sick as I'm taught to be

Spare a thought as you talk to me

Your confidence, it calls to me

Trapped in a modern tragedy

Now

No more no less, no second guess

Gotta leave a tip if you wanna request

Nothing too weird, no casual sex

A little bit spicy, a little bit fetch

Subscription fees, and slap up dinner

Champagne showers, lottery winner

Soho house, and a ballroom blitz

St Tropez via St Moritz

Stay with me, dance with me

Leave a little piece of your heart for me

This is art to me, you're a masterpiece

I'm the master plan and I'm the master chief

I play chess, while you play checkers

Back tattoos and Barbie stickers

Lipstick stains on bathroom stalls

I'm Marilyn Monroe

Not as stupid as I look

I don't do things by the book

I'm animalistic

Anarchistic

Cut throat, two-bit, son of a preacher

It's nice to meet ya

I'm rich

But I'm not as rich as I ought to be

I'm just as rich as I'm taught to be

Spare a thought as you talk to me

Your confidence, it calls to me

Trapped in a modern tragedy

Now

Did I just stutter?

Feeling my heart flutter

Keep your mind out the gutter

Trying to think about anyone but her

Confidence, it calls to me

Trapped in a modern tragedy

I'm not as sick as I ought to be

I'm just as sick as I'm taught to be now