Lana Del Rey Lyrics Old Money の小説・ストーリー

The music was blaring as pain and anger exploded In my veins and the urge to punch this old man grew stronger. He took all the bundles in his hands and stood close to me. "What do you say? Two million?" Not even in your next life, papa. Just as I was about to talk, I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Apologies, but this one is mine." His voice was so divine. He had the sexiest I could ever imagine. I raised my head only to see the almighty billionaire talking to the old me in front of me. "Look for someone else, kid. My eyes are already on this particular chick." The old man said to the billionaire, who chuckled in delight.

Owen was the one who’s trying to keep a conversation with her. “T-two million dollars?” Lana lost her balance the moment she gave attention to the amount she's gonna pay. Seeing her oppressed face made my stomach turn—it makes me physically sick. I clenched my jaw while watching, waiting to see if she would notice me behind her. She flickered once. No. Twice. “T-two million,” her voice faint as she spoke with no hope found in her tone. “I can't even raise a grand, let alone the two million.”

the old man said as he pocketed the money. “Greedy old asshole,” the girl cursed under her breath. The old man however heard it and frowned at her language. “I’m old enough to be your grandfather, you brat!” “And you’re ripping off someone who is young enough to be your granddaughter, have some shame you old brute,” the girl fired back. "Where the hell did you get one thousand dollars from?" The old man asked curiously. Her job as a cashier wouldn't give her a thousand dollars so easily.

“Money! The one that given by the old man who was with you last night! Give it to me!! You slut! I thought you would never come back here!!” “I need money! I have something to spend on.” She added. “I-I don’t have any money. I have to spend my money on the way here,” I said. My knees and hands are shaking. “What the hell!! You had s*x with that old man and then you didn’t even ask for money or he didn’t give you anything!!? I sold you so that if you ever come home, you can give us more money!” Old man? What does she mean? Stephen isn’t that old, I guess, he’s the same age as Xenon.

“I’m not throwing you away. My mother already gave you $5 million. If that’s not enough, I’ll double it. Take the money and move on with your life.” Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head. “I don’t care about your money, Adrian. I cared about you.” Behind him, Clara’s mocking laughter filled the room. “Oh, please, Lana,” she sneered. “Don’t embarrass yourself. Just take the money and leave. You’re not wanted here.” My legs felt like they would give out any second, but I refused to collapse in front of them. Adrian stepped forward, his face still cold. “Come on,” he said, grabbing my arm.

Still asked, like a kid, "Then what matters, Mom?" "Money." Her voice was cold. Flat. "Come back to the Laurent estate. I've handled everything. Pack up. Your flight's in a week—you're going to Wharton for finance. Spot's secured. Recommendations too. "Don't stay here playing a detective captain's trad wife. That's beneath you. Lana, feelings flip fast. Real money doesn't." I went quiet. Then I glanced at the mirror in the corner. Bloodshot eyes. Messy hair. Faint red marks on my neck from last night.

“You’ve been hitting me my whole life, Mom. Every boyfriend you stole, every time you made me feel like I was never enough. The ballet teacher you fucked so I’d get cut from the recital. The college boyfriend you ‘comforted’ when I was away at finals. Every single one. I still tried to love you. I still fucking tried.” “You think you’re better than me now just because Roman’s dick is in you every night?” She laughs, ugly and raw. “You’re exactly like me, Lana. You saw power, money, control, and you opened your legs for it. At least I was honest about what I wanted from the start.”

Knowing that she was defeated, she sighed before standing up. We cheered for her and she grabbed the microphone and asked for the Dj to play a song. “Boys seem to like the girls Who laugh at anything The ones who get undressed Before the second date Girls seem to like the boys Who don't appreciate All the money and the time that it takes” When she finished singing, Leroy grinned at us and stood up proudly. "It's showtime!" He exclaimed. “Cause I've been Thinking 'bout you lately. Maybe you could save me,

“I used to be so tough Never really gave enough And then you caught my eye Giving me the feeling of a lightning strike. Look at me now, I’m falling I can’t even talk, still stuttering This ground I’m on keep shaking Oh oh oh now! All I wanna be, yeah, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you All I wanna be, yeah, all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you! Everybody’s tryna be a billionaire But every time I look at you, I’m just don’t care

To show Avicii I was cool And when I finally got sober, felt ten years older But fuck it, it was something to do I'm living out in LA I drive a sports car just to prove I'm a real big baller 'cause I made a million dollars And I spend it on girls and shoes But you don't wanna be high like me Never really knowing why like me You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone You don't wanna ride the bus like this Never knowing who to trust like this You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing Stuck up on that stage singing All I know are sad songs, sad songs Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs I'm just a singer who already blew his shot I get along with old time