Ms. DeMeaner Lyrics

You ask your mom to send you cash

because you're broke

Big ski trip in a week

And you wanna go

We're drinking on your rooftop

Spilling Don on your new clothes

Yet the only words you mutter are

"God I wish that I had a smoke."

Fumbling down the staircase while a call a cab

You're begging me to pay, cause you don't have the app

Slip into the backseat, ask him not to drive too fast

Until you threw up out the window

Shit I hoped you wouldn't do that

She's materializing debt at 25

But her dad can foot the bill, so she'll be fine

Misdemeanor girl

Stands with open arms

'Cause she's oh so privileged

Always thinking of herself

She strikes the moon

Her ambitious tune

Yeah she's clever and she knows it

And the devil in her grows when you lose

How rude

She'll break you

In two