Текст песни
They count in dollars... I count in heartbeats
They chase the numbers... I chase your breath
You can buy the whole room, all the bottles on the shelf
But you look like a ghost when you're drowning in your wealth
Trendy girls sell their souls for a brand new Celine
While I'm standing right here, just wanting you... clean
I see your credit card flex, it's a national sport
Empty gestures, empty words, transactional support
They monetize a kiss, put a price on a tear
But the richest sound I know is "I want you right here."
Don't buy me roses if the thorns are made of plastic lies
Don't show me figures, show me fire in your eyes
The market's crashing, all that gold is turning cold
I don't want your money, honey, no, no, no!
Keep the Birkin bag and let the river flow
I want the silence breaking loud with just your voice
I want the romance, not the purchase... that's my choice!
That shiny life is empty now, no, no, no!
Your love's not a number, not a debt I owe
It's not for sale, this fragile, wild, electric vibe
I just want to feel like I'm the reason you're alive!
What's trending now is acting cold and high demand
A princess complex with a pre-approved man
But I'd rather dance barefoot on a dirty kitchen floor
If your heart is racing mine, I don't need nothing more
You try to value love like it's an ETF fund
While I'm just scared this generation's come undone
We're richer than the stars, but we forgot how to shine
Give me real, give me raw, give me your time
Don't buy me roses if the thorns are made of plastic lies
Don't show me figures, show me fire in your eyes
The market's crashing, all that gold is turning cold
I don't want your money, honey, no, no, no!
Keep the Birkin bag and let the river flow
I want the silence breaking loud with just your voice
I want the romance, not the purchase... that's my choice!
That glitter life is cold alone, no, no, no!
You can keep the diamonds, I don't need that show
It's not for sale, this fragile, wild, electric vibe
I just want to feel like I'm the reason you're alive!
It's a lonely throne, made of marble and chrome
When you check your net worth and still feel alone
This trend of cashing out the butterflies we owe
I REFUSE TO LET THAT GROW
I don't want your money, honey, no, no, no!
(No!) Keep the fucking fame, just let the real love show!
I want the rain, the pain, the frantic push and pull
I want a love so deep it makes the ocean seem like null!
It's not a trend to be a lover, no, no, no!
I'm sick of algorithms that I will never owe!
This fire in my chest — unsponsored, naked, wild and true
And all I really want is just to feel is YOU
Ohhh... ohhh... ohhh
My heart... is not for sale
