And we'll never be royals...

It don't run in our blood.

That kind of lux just ain't for us, we crave a different kind of buzz.

"Lorde - Royals"

"But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom,

blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' in the hotel room...

We don't care; we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams."