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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for, for...)