Bourgeoisie Lyrics

Bourgeoisie

I wanna make art and I just make content
Nobody gets paid if I did what I wanted
This song is a banger? I don't really know her
Made two in a day, I'm a corporate composer

My creativity is a factory
They bleed me dry, it's a tragedy
God gave me a gift, but you profit from it
Oh geez, oh please, I'm over it

Welcome to the bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the money, let it rain on me
Ba-bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the gun and I'm on my knees

Bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the money, let it rain on me
Ba-bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the gun

I'm not talking to Jeff or to Elon, to Bill or to Mark
I'm talking to the bourgeoisie (and it sucks!)
Sing ladidadidadida
But the bourgeoisie don't give a

Flying fuck about the bills I gotta pay
So they can get away
Buy a ticket for a silly, little vacay
God knows where, doing God knows who
But the rich gon' do what the rich gon' do

Bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the money, let it rain on me
Ba-bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the gun and I'm on my knees

Bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the money, let it rain on me
Ba-bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the gun

Bougie, bougie
Bougie, bougie

Man down, man down
Put the gun to my head
I would never sell out
I'll never be the bourgeoisie, no

If I come into wealth now
I got people around me
That it will be spent on
I'll never be the bourgeoisie, no

Welcome to the bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the money, let it rain on me
Ba-bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the gun and I'm on my knees

Bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the money, let it rain on me
Ba-bourgeoisie, baby please
You got the gun and I'm on my knees