SUPERMODEL

[Chorus]
Flashing lights are hard to follow
Narcissistic supermodel
Hold your darlings, kill your idols
On and on, and on and on
High today and dead tomorrow
Fuck your feelings, supermodel
Lost your mind and burn your dollars
On and on and on and on

[VERSE 1]
Wanna talk about bands bitch?
Or the blood on my hands bitch?
Or the ice on my canvas?
The Margiela they hand stitch?
Bitch I’m out of your bandwidth
Call your girl and your man sis
Finna get you a man sis!
The return of the alien
Bout alive as a mannequin
Fuck a handle, bitch i’m scandalous
Smoking you niggas like cannabis
Niggas still biting my manuscript
Like what?
Niggas keep pressing they luck
Bitch i’m not giving no fuck
Saying whatever i want
So pour some more shit in my cup
Bitch i’m the only one making shit up
All of you niggas still riding some wave
All of your bitches still kiss on my face
Ate at the Met with your bitch on a date
Paris not even rich yet
All pink nails like Dipsеt
Still talking bout my Rick
Bitch fuck a intro i’m back again
Tell every labеl bitch pack it in
Get they coffee mugs, they pad and pen
And make my bank state stack again
Y’all check blank but y’all mouth working
Pillow talked while I was couch surfing
Sign fluff shit I doubt working
I hope that motherfucking clout merit
When this shit drop don’t speak, ask, inquire not shit about Paris like

[Chorus]
Flashing lights are hard to follow
Narcissistic supermodel
Hold your darlings, kill your idols
On and on, and on and on
High today and dead tomorrow
Fuck your feelings, supermodel
Lost your mind and burn your dollars
On and on and on and on

[VERSE 2]
(Yeah)
Made a whole career just to settle shit
Every room that i’m in i'm the elephant
I don’t fuck with y’all, bitch i’m celibate
But i’ll hit your shorty for the hell of it
Drinking holy water hit a nigga liver
And my jesus piece filled with rabbit food til my crucifix is parting fucking rivers
Say you’re welcome for this i’m a fucking giver
(Uh)
Fuck you and fuck gucci too
New fur bitch i’m Luci too
Paris Michael Mr. Lucy Liu
Fuck your friends, fuck your wives, fuck your lives
Fuck your verse, fuck your job
Fuck a feature, Fuck your pride
Fuck a suit, y’all couldn’t spot a fye
Nigga if I made me a new playlist that was made with 50 grammy nods