Still

Still in Balenci', I can't fit in no Slimane

Blessed by God I get paid to sing my songs

In the capital, denim Kapital, like the font

I don't flex my swag, I flaunt

Still in Vetement, I can't fit in Saint Laurent

I'm still invited to those parties but I'll never come

I was gifted with the swag, I'm a savant

Got everything I need and want

Tell me what I long- for

I'm all alone not on my own accord

Was it something that I said? I must've struck a chord

Every time I talk, it's a double-edged sword

If you didn't know the pieces, you would think that I was poor

Walk into the store, "Honey, I'm home!"

Wear my Robin's Jeans backwards like a palindrome

It was written in stone, I could've guessed the outcome

Neiman Marcus gave me Stockholm Syndrome

When I'm checking out in line, it's poetic

What you post online is pathetic

When I suffer, it's prophetic

These thoughts sobering, I need a medic

Still in Balenci', I can't fit in no Slimane

Blessed by God I get paid to sing my songs

In the capital, denim Kapital, like the font

I don't flex my swag, I flaunt

Still in Vetement, I can't fit in Saint Laurent

I'm still invited to those parties but I'll never come

I was gifted with the swag, I'm a savant

Got everything I need and want

Tell me what I long- for

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