© Copyright TongMick Thank you for listening! ♡😽 *************************** Verse 1 They’re lining up for the velvet lies, Name-dropping saints they can’t afford. Gold teeth flash while the truth gets bored, In the mirror where the masks collide. They got filters for their sins and scars, Designer pain and rented hearts. They sell a dream, it’s déjà vu, But baby, I can see right through. Pre-Chorus Fake it louder - make it art, Kiss the crowd then fall apart. If this is fame, then I’ll stay wild, You keep your runway - I’ll keep my style. Chorus I ain’t no glamour boy - I’M FIERCE! Can’t buy my soul, can’t rent my tears. I ain’t your headline, I ain’t your trend, I’m the punchline you can’t defend. I ain’t no glamour boy - I’M FIERCE! Your silver tongue can’t reach my ears. You want attention, I want peace - So strike your pose and take your lease. Verse 2 They love the flash but not the flame, Collecting names like they’re on sale. Fake halos, mirrored shame, Polaroid hearts that always fail. They trade in gossip, not in grace, New faces, same old chase. Glitter’s just the bruise in bloom, Perfume trying to mask the fumes. Pre-Chorus You love the noise, I love the sound, Of quiet when you’re not around. You play for show, I play for soul, You sell the myth - I pay the toll. Chorus I ain’t no glamour boy - I’M FIERCE! Can’t buy my soul, can’t rent my tears. I ain’t your headline, I ain’t your trend, I’m the punchline you can’t defend. I ain’t no glamour boy - I’M FIERCE! Your silver tongue can’t reach my ears. You want attention, I want peace - So strike your pose and take your lease. Bridge What you flashing for? Validation, need some more. What you praying to? The altar of a photo view. What you dying for? The headline of the week before. What you living for? Honey, something worth the war. Final Chorus I ain’t no glamour boy - I’M FIERCE! Can’t buy my soul, can’t rent my tears. I ain’t your headline, I ain’t your trend, I’m the punchline you can’t defend. I ain’t no glamour boy - I’M FIERCE! Your silver tongue can’t reach my ears. You want attention, I want peace - So strike your pose and take your lease.
