The New Face Of Fashion

Cadence Weapon

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    I think we need to talk, brother
    I seen you at the club
    You cut those jeans with a box cutter
    That ain't a natural rip or tear
    I don't get why you're trying to fix your hair
    Dunks are dead when i fucking say so
    My good friends, they no longer go to halo
    Cause people there look at you without choices
    Your clothes seem a lot like your voices
    And that don't sit well
    You usually stand, take your gloves off and you ain't using your hands
    I do the cadence stomp, i swear it's the best dance
    Rappers give up, they all wear sweatpants
    Colored bandanas and oversized jerseys
    They rock the same tees even when they're over thirty
    But they've been on black number about gun culture
    It makes me not want to tell the cops
    Gosh, i wear pink unironically
    I wave my big fist at my friend androgyny
    I am the ironic blackage
    A fakeover steakhouse party, color me moriarty

    Very fashionable, miss
    I think that you are very fashionable, miss

    Girl don't try and cop me a call
    Fifty rocks for some stock that they got in the mall
    You probably shouldn't have bought that at all
    Do you have any respect for yourself?
    Not at all
    My apologies, i worked at a thrift store
    Your style is dead, bought you flowers from the gift store
    Hipster scenester, i don't care like weasel
    I'd feel like an ad if my shirt said diesel
    I'm not a kid millionaire, i pass rockets
    While you pay a few pills for some hooks on your ass pockets
    It's just another cash crop crossin in the crib
    A trudeau wearing an asscot
    My dear it's an art you see, of pantsdrop
    Give them a little run to get pigheaded like a mascot
    You're on the hustler bus, but it's your last stop
    Have not worry, they all scurry till the math drops

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    Very fashionable, miss
    I think that you are very fashionable, miss

    Heavy drinkers, we bump to heavy blinkers
    We don't do much, and we don't do much
    We'll use them, but they won't use us
    Cause these little girls won't come for free
    With nudie jeans and chace stays pink
    The gamebreakers and all the tapes that they make
    They hate anyone that looks different
    They contradict, they remind me of good prisons
    No decision, you know why they call it a catwalk?
    Because it's a thin line from which many in the past flop
    You castoff cutouts, and misshapes
    I'd rock a lampshade if i could get some fixed pay
    They want to blow up like rick james
    Until designers run through and they give them the ixnay
    It's a sick game, but i know girls that play it
    They sling power to the dudes that say this:

    Very fashionable, miss
    I think that you are very fashionable, miss

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