Sick Outta Fashion ROMAJI

[Verse 1]
Ya know where to find me
A realness bringin’ demon bent to no laws
Meant to kill this mental illness fashion trend with both claws
Satanic Santa Clause, sad boy blood spillah
“Akuma saikoro” A.K.A Menhera killah
Digital celebrities been workin’ for the weekend
I can’t knock they hustle but I CAN knock they teeth in
Glamorizing weak, thin and breakable
Critiquin’ is inevitable, shut my mouth for long enough, I’m speakin’
Amerikan'ūman - no. I’m not your Nadeshiko。
But do I really gotta say it out loud? I’m proud to say I ain’t no
Sugar-bloated candy-coated bitch you can adore on
Don’t chu know that “idol rapper”s such an oxymoron??
Lesson: when lashin’ out, best be choice how you delivеr
Depression ain’t a fashion accessory, but somе beg to differ
Healthy isn’t money, still I think I’d rather go clean
Than sell my mental illness snappin’ selfies in the Byōin

[Chorus]
Just my opinion, but say what’cha wanna
An epidemic filtered in black and off-color
You want a “bad choice?” Already got one
Queen of the Sad Boys? Kill it with a shotgun
Just my opinion, so say what you’re gonna
Though it doesn’t make a difference to me
The more ya know!
Feelin’ so loved~
Utsubyō wa oshare janaideshou？
I’ll put’cha sick outta fashion

[Verse 2]
Day-to-day “life is pain” hashtag “aesthetic”
I feel bad for sad boys, they’re all so fuckin’ pathetic
Zombified inside the hungry eyes of SNS Ohimesama
Cheaply made musician disguise, you best believe it’s drama
Something that I can’t swing, “boy&girl Romanshingu”
Autotune the shit outta your voice because you CAN’T sing
Cashing in on pity till the paychecks come, I’m sorry
We don’t call that HIP-HOP in the country it was born from
“But maybe you don’t know their story!!”
Sorry, I don’t need to
Ongaku to imēji ga BUSINESS, and the fans will bleed to be like you
It’s true that I can lament, I can bitch, I can whine
It’s just the people I’m critiquin’ won’t own up and that’s fine
Ya see It’s not like I’m belligerent for justice to drop
But if you’re in the shit for image, why not just stick to pop?
Don’t care to witness careless villainy out in plain sight, I’m glad
That you can make some money off what’s killin’ me in real life

[Chorus]
Just my opinion, but say what’cha wanna
An epidemic filtered in black and off-color
You want a “bad choice?” Already got one
Queen of the Sad Boys? Kill it with a shotgun
Just my opinion, so say what you’re gonna
Though it doesn’t make a difference to me
The more ya know!
Feelin’ so loved~
Utsubyō wa oshare janaideshou?
I’ll put’cha sick outta fashion

Just my opinion, but say what’cha wanna!
Just my opinion, but say what’cha wanna!
Just my opinion, so say what you’re gonna

Though it doesn’t make a difference to me The more
That you complain singing “life ain’t fair” as an excuse?
Hey yo, Mako, “no one gives a shit” nihongo de nante iu?

[Chorus]
Just my opinion, but say what’cha wanna
An epidemic filtered in black and off-color
You want a “bad choice?” Already got one
Queen of the Sad Boys? Kill it with a shotgun
Just my opinion, so say what you’re gonna
Though it doesn’t make a difference to me
The more ya know!
Feelin’ so loved~
Utsubyō wa oshare janaideshou?
I’ll put’cha sick outta fashion