david caines

Billionaire Babies

Used to ride the rocket ships
Tweetin’ dreams and power trips
Handshake deals and power plays
Golf and memes and crypto praise
Dinner at Mar-a-Lago nights
Electric cars and satellite flights
One’s a felon, one likes Mars
Now they’re ghostin’ from afar

Billionaire babies, egos bruised
Trading their barbs on the evening news
Played their games and then drew a crowd
Billionaire babies, paths they tread
Once so close, now worlds apart instead
Now they’re not even talkin’ anymore

Once a bromance, now it’s war,
Trading jabs like never before.
Shots were fired in words they said,
Broken vows and trust long dead.
No more handshakes, just cold glares,
Two bruised egos in billionaire chairs.
Truth got twisted, stories spun,
Each convinced they’re the righteous one.

Billionaire babies, bridges burned
Public spats and lessons unlearned
Trading zingers to a cheering crowd
Billionaire babies, lines were drawn
Glory days are dead and gone
Now they’re kings without a crown

They chased the stars, they dreamed and schemed
Now all that's left is cold and mean
Two angry kings no longer a team

Maybe someday they’ll find their way
They each have their debts to pay
But for now, the stage is cold
Billionaire babies, all alone

Billionaire babies, crying loud
Once they soared now they’re up in the clouds
Fading from the lives they used to know
Billionaire babies, roads divide
Once they stood side by side
They’ve taken their friendship as far as it can go