The Coup - Your Parents' Cocaine lyrics

1, 2, 3 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 a**hole amba**ador 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' c**aine Your graduation monster bash The maids will pick up all the trash In almost every room is stashed Your parents' c**aine Your daddy gon' make you VP of Sales Don't mix good sh** 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 f**ed all on the bathroom floor Now they're up and looking for Your parents' c**aine Until you get that trust fund check Pretend you worked for your respect Janie's asking if she can test Your parents' c**aine 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' c**aine Narcos kicked my windows out They beat and dragged me out the house They don't give a f** about Your parents' c**aine, your parents' c**aine Oh no They don't give a f** about your parents' c**aine, boys and girls And another line for you, and another line for you Now do the world a favor and blow your f**ing brains out