Okay, I made that money, and I bought those clothes I got diamond grills and chains made of gold I made a million bucks, and I'm thirty-one And I feel the same as when I was broke Nothing changes when you're rich and famous You still get depressed, you still feel anxious I used to think that when I finally made it I would feel better, but I kinda hate it They told me I could be cool All I had to do was buy some new shoes All I had to do was purchase some brand names And get a Gucci face tattoo, ayy I bought it, I wore it, could barely afford it They promised I'd like it, my fans would support it The rappers all love it, the actors adore it But even celebrities turn into corpses
And I know how it is when you just wanna fit in You do anything to be part of the crowd I used to be afraid people thought I was different It ends now
I'm burning my designer, I'm lighting it on fire Goodbye to the Gucci, Louis, Prada, Versace, Balenciaga, ah, ah I'm burning my designer, it's going up in smoke Goodbye to the shit that made me broke just so people would think I'm dope, ah, ah
Okay, I chased the dollar and I blew a buck Got the Fendi hats, I got Louboutins I got the Saint Laurents, I got the Gucci ones It didn't make me cool, it made me stupid dumb Got tricked into looking like everybody else I don't wanna seem like anybody else All I ever wanted was to be myself Never sold my soul, that is not for sale Stupid for blowing the grand on a shirt Got me thinking the logo and brand is my worth If I go broke tomorrow, they'll tell me I'm dirt Now I can see that it's not how it works I'm not my appearance and neither are you We're not what we buy or the money we blew We're not the designs on our shirts and our shoes We're the ones who are burning what they say is cool
And I know how it is when you just wanna fit in You do anything to be part of the crowd I used to be afraid people thought I was different It ends now
I'm burning my designer, I'm lighting it on fire Goodbye to the Gucci, Louis, Prada, Versace, Balenciaga, ah, ah I'm burning my designer, it's going up in smoke Goodbye to the shit that made me broke just so people would think I'm dope, ah, ah
When you're buried in that Gucci graveyard It won't matter what you bought before 'Cause you ain't leaving with the things you paid for They'll be hanging up in vintage stores When you're laying in that Louis coffin It won't matter what you spent alive 'Cause you ain't leaving with the things you paid for They'll be secondhand for half the price
I'm burning my designer, I'm lighting it on fire Goodbye to the Gucci, Louis, Prada, Versace, Balenciaga, ah, ah I'm burning my designer, it's going up in smoke Goodbye to the shit that made me broke just so people would think I'm dope, ah, ahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
