Rich People Congratulating Themselves - KLØBB x FEED & Knekt

On my way to work, It's Sunday morning, I feel mighty fine. Oh, rich people are stupid, Rich people are stupid And I feel mighty fine.

We don't get too many nights all alone peace and quiet Call it busy, call it a life And I don't tell you near enough just how much I'm missing us And making that temperature rise But girl, I'm gonna show you tonight So, let's drink what's left of this bottle of wine Move a little closer 'til the sparks start flyin' Turn the lights down low and pull the Conway off of the shelf Then we'll dance through the kitchen and straight down the hall Let my old blue jeans and your sundress fall Girl, we're holding the lighter and fires don't start themselves Girl, I wanna take my time Love you slow, love you right Shadows dancing on the wall Your lips, your hips, your fingertips Every inch of you just fits like the shirt that I got on Gonna love you, baby, all night long So, let's drink what's left of this bottle of wine Move a little closer 'til the sparks start flyin' Turn the lights down low and pull the Conway off of the shelf Then we'll dance through the kitchen and straight down the hall Let my old blue jeans and your sundress fall Girl, we're holding the lighter and fires don't start themselves Naw, fires don't start themselves Naw, there ain't no putting it out Might just burn this whole place down Starting right now So, let's drink what's left of this bottle of wine Move a little closer 'til the sparks start flyin' Turn the lights down low and pull the Conway off of the shelf, oh yeah Then we'll dance through the kitchen and straight down the hall Let my old blue jeans and your sundress fall Girl, we're holding the lighter and fires don't start themselves Naw, naw, fires don't start themselves, oh, oh, oh