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 (For, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for, for...)