Rich Friends - Portugal. The Man

Written by：Ammar Malik/Greg Edwards/John Hill/Carla Azar/Portugal. The Man/Eugene Goreshter

Hey man I'm cool to lean on

But I'm not your property

See I'm crushin' down these problems

Cuttin' pain with poverty

I'm just tryna catch a free ride

From the temple to the tomb

I could really really really

Use a rich rich friend like you

I could really really really

Use a rich rich friend like you

Let me be your one man army

I'll campaign for anarchy

I been slippin' through the cracks

Like I was clothed in Vaseline

Let me be your little sunshine

In all this gloom and doom

I could really really really

Use a rich rich friend like you

I could really really really

Use a rich rich friend like you

Crashin' on chardonnay and Adderall

Driving head on into the Wonderwall

Every day holidays when daddy's gone

Livin' life like we're the only ones that know we're famous

From the Capetown coliseums

Cold disparity

Electric fences hummin' like a hive without a queen

We're all tryna catch a free ride

From the temple to the tomb

I could really really really

Use a rich rich friend like you

I could really really really

Use a rich rich friend like you

Crashin' on chardonnay and Adderall

Driving head on into the Wonderwall

Every day holidays when daddy's gone

Livin' life like we're the only ones that know we're famous

Crashin' on chardonnay and Adderall

Driving head on into the Wonderwall

Every day holidays when daddy's gone

Livin' life like we're the only ones that know we're famous

Crashin' on chardonnay and Adderall

Driving head on into the Wonderwall

Every day holidays when daddy's gone

Livin' life like we're the only ones that know we're famous