​grime

[Intro]
(I could go on and on if you wanted me to)
(But you don't want to hear me ramble)
(Do you?) Alright

[Verse 1]
Louis, Fendi, Dolce & Gabbana
Gucci, Versace, and Prada
Yada, yada, yada, yada
Fuck all your luxuries
They don't mean fuck to me

[Chorus]
I'll just lay up in my grime
Wind in my hair, on the Vespa all the time
Living the American dream two hours at a time
I'm pacing

[Verse 2]
They're staring at me, aren't they?
Rather pretend I just don't care
But I sure do look like I do
I'll keep my hair down until you shut up

[Chorus]
I'll just lay up in my grime
Wind in my hair, on the Vespa all the time
Living the American dream two hours at a time
I'm pacing
[Outro]
(If I fell asleep in your arms)
(Would you push me away?)
(Let me know)
(prod.ilomilo, OVEREVERYTHING)