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Expensive Taste

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Gobelle has been informed several times that she should be more realistic. She has chosen not to pursue that feedback. This one is basically about wanting the nice room, the good view, enough money to stop doing mental maths before buying something, and maybe somebody pretty nearby while you’re at it. Slightly shallow? Maybe.? But at least she’s honest about it. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝕶𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖗 – 𝕯𝕸 𝕲𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖔𝖇 🧙‍♂️ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Mm Dem seh mi want too much Maybe dem just don't want enough Sun through the blinds, nearly quarter to ten Screen start buzz, mi roll over again Cold likkle drink with the fruit pon the side Barefoot stroll like the whole suite mine Mi like nice things, why that bother you so? Good food, good skin and somewhere fi go Pretty likkle somebody, hand pon mi thigh Enough in the bank so mi don't ask why “That’s extra” — mm, and? Run the card, darling, why you looking frightened? Don't tell mi someday Don't tell mi be patient Mi wait long enough Now mi patience gone vacant I've got expensive taste And no intention to change I want the suite, I want the view I want the whole damn place Give me ease with a likkle excess No mental maths under mi dress If mi fancy the thing, then consider it bought Expensive taste, darling — that's what mi got Mi waan the suite with the terrace and canopy Silk pon mi skin, cold drink sitting next to me Notifications off, nobody get access free Unless you look good and arrive with amenities Yeah, mi know, likkle shallow, perhaps Rather that than fake humble and put on an act Spent too much time counting coins pon a snack Now mi order what mi fancy and don't study the maths Clean sheets, slow breeze, no stress, more room Blue signage spill pon mi skin from the bathroom Walk in late like the schedule made a mistake Smile likkle sweet — who brave enough fi complain? Maybe mi like when dem stare too long Maybe mi know when the cut sit wrong Wrong fi behaving, right fi attention Mi never ask, but thanks for the mention I've got expensive taste And no intention to change I want the suite, I want the view I want the whole damn place Give me ease with a likkle excess No mental maths under mi dress If mi fancy the thing, then consider it bought Expensive taste, darling — that's what mi got Mama seh, “Gyal, keep two foot grounded” Big ambition get measured and counted Likkle desire get circled and doubted Practical? Possible? Sensible? Suitable? Mm, but does it look good though? Exactly Mi nah live small just fi make dem comfortable Nah trim ideas till dem neat and affordable Wake, work, sleep, call the whole thing remarkable No sah, mi need more than that, more ease than that More cash in the stash than—wait, more ass? Got that Continue Freedom with polish and room fi manoeuvre Want it, mi choose it, no need fi approve it See it, mi like it, mi probably pursue it Why spend twenty minutes debating? Just move it Monday feel nice like Saturday evening Book one suite just because mi feel leaving Back by Thursday, dem asking, “Where you deh?” Somewhere expensive. Next question, anyway Penthouse height, likkle cars look like toys Air-con purring, can't hear dem noise Drink in mi hand, heel resting pon chair Look down below like, yeah, mi belong here Cash can't fix me? Maybe, who knows? But being broke never impress me, so there that goes Want less? Talk less? Reach less? Need less? Make mi whole life easier fi dem digest? Nah Mi want comfort, mi want options, mi want beauty Without likkle whims put before some jury Enough in the bank that the bills don't chase me Catch mi reflection — Lord, I'd date me That's the vision, simple and direct Mi taste got standards — what did you expect? Move likkle nearer No need fi sell it If you want touch me Trust me, mi can tell it Slow hands, dim room shimmer But don't tell mi “Be realistic” Darling Read the room I've got expensive taste And no intention to change I want the suite, I want the view I want the whole damn place Give me ease with a likkle excess No mental maths under mi dress Expensive taste, darling — that's what mi got And mi nah apologize Too much? Then pour less for yourself