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Broke in Designer

Broken designer

He got the watch, he got the ride

He got the jacket, he just forgot the money

He got the watch, he got the watch


He got the ride

He got the jacket, he just forgot the money

Every Friday he's the king of the neighborhood

Fresh haircut, fresh sneakers looking way too good


Leather seats shining underneath the city lights

Posting living my best life every single night

Monday morning, phone starts ringing

Hey mom, can you help me just this once again


Rent is coming, bills out stacking

Wallet empty, still he's acting

Got a luxury look on a discount paycheck

Buying champagne dreams with a lemonade budget


Living rich, feeling broke

Every month, same old joke

Broken designer

Looking like a millionaire


Broken designer

Broken designer

But his bank account ain't there

Big car, big chain, little money, same pain


Mama says him, ooh, ooh, every time

Living large, young borrowed dimes

Brand new jacket when the old one looked just fine

Late his phone because the ad said, it's your time


Every paycheck disappears before it's dry

Then he's wondering where the money said goodbye

Coffee every morning, take out every night

Subscriptions everywhere, none of them feel right


Always talking about another promotion

Never talking about a savings account

Everybody sees the picture that he posted

Nobody sees the overdraft amount


Status isn't wealth, luxury isn't freedom

If you need your mama to make it to payday

You're renting a lifestyle you never really owned

One day the engine light starts glowing bright


One surprise bill shows up overnight

Now the fancy watch can't pay the rent

The shiny car can't fix what's spent

Finally he asks, how'd I get here


The answer was waiting in every impulse buy

Because looking rich is expensive

Being rich is different

Broken designer


Looking like a millionaire

Broken designer

Broken designer

But his bank account ain't there


Less showing, more saving, that's the move

Real wealth doesn't need to prove

Mama smiles, no more loans

Now he finally stands on his own


The jacket fades, the car gets old

Real freedom never goes out of style

Real freedom never goes out of style

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