‎fashion show

[Verse 1: ratrace]
In the cut with some narcan on me
Dylan K. made a date with the shotty
Ate an oxy, I can't feel my face
Gotta die like I'm a lesser race

[Chorus: ratrace]
At the fashion show
Bulimic fit in clothes
Fingers down my throat
Cocaine up my nose
At the fashion show
Bulimic fit in clothes
Fingers down my throat
Cocaine up my nose

[Verse 2: ratrace]
Louie duffel bag with some heroin inside
Cock cage and it's just the right size
Lock me up bitch, I don't feel no love
Will you rape me in the fucking club?
Kiss my scars, they be all over me, mwah
Smell like gas like I'm a nazi
Jesus loves me, he just touched me
Psych ward superstar, I'm not crazy

[Chorus: ratrace]
At the fashion show
Bulimic fit in clothes
Cocaine up my nose
At the fashion show

[Verse 3: Nurplee]
I'm at the fashion show
All the paparazzi flash at me
But I don't give a fuck
I'm just catwalking to the green
I'm at the fashion show
At the Paris Hilton private suite
Always careless
Doing drugs that scratch my fucking arteries
Take my soul right now
I wanna see the sky turn red
When the night comes out
Feels like we're younger now
Illuminati crown
Accept me to the other side
Bitch, I'm 'bout to lose control
Rockstunna, cock sucker, drugs on the stove
Turn me into pure evil, fuck an honor roll
I'm on a row, I'm on a row