[Verse] Drip so intense, it’s borderline ferocious, Closet full of pieces, styles precocious. Chain swinging heavy, got that golden hypnosis, Vans on my feet, feeling fly and atrocious. [Chorus] Fashionista, life’s your runway, you slay it, Comme des Garçons vibe, ain't gotta say it. Mixing heartbreak and threads tailor-made fit, Cutting through the pain, custom-made script. [Verse 2] Skull ring flex, sipping out the chalice, Outfit sharp enough to challenge a palace. Crocodile tears? Nah, crocodile leather, Fit so clean, even rain makes me better. [Bridge] Goth-boi chic meets Avant-garde thunder, Baggy black jeans stack lighting like a plunder. **Hat tip low, mind torn asunder, Wardrobe game strong but the soul goes under.** [Chorus] Fashionista, life’s your runway, you slay it, Comme des Garçons vibe, ain't gotta say it. Mixing heartbreak and threads tailor-made fit, Cutting through the pain, custom-made script. [Verse 3] Belt buckle tight but emotions come loose, Gloves hide the scars, mask matching the ruse. High-tops on a low note, tied with cold truths, Looking like I win, but the demons still choose.
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