I call it fake love, real promises
Thought you was the one for me according to the prophecy
This a Chrome Hearts hoodie on my body like a armor piece
I swear I thought she wanted me
Told this bitch I'm avant-garde
We could make the perfect pair
Took her to the citadel
My soul gone, wish me well
I overcome, you couldn't bear it
I went to Babylon, can't ramble on too much
I'm running out of luck
This Gio-Gio cost a ticket
Miu Miu all my bitches
I can't lie, you got potential
But, I cut her off and indifferent

Spawn with a dragon
Can't lie, but the plot so demonic
Wrapped like a mummy
All of my hoes in Prada
The devil wears Prada
I guess I'm surrounded by enemies
Move so venomous
The confidence come from the drink in her left hand
I don't wanna be just her best friend, best friend