Part brain dump, part quotes from old notebooks
I was patrolling a Pachinko
Nude noodle model parlor in the Nefarious zone
Hanging out with insects under ducting
The C.I.A was on the phone
Well, such is life
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair, oh
Find the love to…
spent another night in the ocean
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga
I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga
I said
Rockin, rollin, swaggin to the max
My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin tags
She got a lot of Prada, that Dolce & Gabbana
I can’t forget Escada and that Balenciaga
I’m sippin purple syrup, come be my Aunt Jemima
And if you is a rider, we go shoppin like manana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana
Cuz everything designer, her jeans is Helmut Lang
Shoes is Alexandra Wang, and her shirt the newest Donna
Karan, wearin all the Cartier frames
Jean-Paul Gaultier’s cuz they match with her persona
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga
I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/asap-rocky-fashion-killa-lyrics.html ]
I said see your Jill Sanders, Oliver Peoples
Costume national, your Ann Demeulemeester
See Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain
Goyard by the trunks, her Isabel Maront
I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior
Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from the store
I crash down with that top down
Boss, see how I ride around
Mami in that Tom Ford, Papi in that Thom Browne
Rick Owens, Raf Simmons, boy she got it by the stock
She ball until she fall that mean she shop until she drop
And Versace got a lot, but she may never wear it
But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga
I said her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga
I said her pistol gold
Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupe
Smilin is your treasure you’re so well put together
I see bags and rings, jeans and shoes
Spikes and patent leathers with the fabrics makes you different
You and me, me and you
Go away together, we could get away forever
All emotions clashin thrashin someone turned the light out
I met my baby, stretched my passion, on my fashion night out
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
Her pistol gold (her pistol gold)
I said her pistol gold (I said her pistol gold)
Cuz she a fashion killa and I’m a trendy nigga
while you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn
the devil collects it
with a grin
our love
in a ball of yarn
he’ll never return it
so when you come back
we’ll have to make new love
Well you’re wrapped up in a blanket
And you’re staring at the floor
The conversation’s moderated
By the noisy streets below
I never wanna hurt you baby
I’m just a mess with a name and the price
And now i’m drunker then before they
Told me drinking doesn’t make me nice
You never know where some people will go
Yes some people been hurting me
You can tell by a look, by the slightest crook
In the neck or a blink of an eye
Well then I’ll say what they say
And I’ll do what they do
But it doesn’t mean a goddamn thing
You can listen if you want, you can listen if you don’t
Get a talk, yell and even sing
Everybody now
Oo ooh ooooo
They come sing into the window, sing into the trees
Yea they sing into the bright spring leaves
Everybody now
Ooo ooh oooo
Yeah I love you and i need you
but someday you’re gonna need to find some other kind of place to go
Yea they love you when they need you
but someday you’re gonna need to find some other place to go
That you never leave
ooo ohooo ooo
Never leave you alone
Sing along with me
ooo ohooo ooo
Wandering in, this is not a spiritual thing.
So act your age.
Your heart is like a crippled demon, semen on your clothes.
Kill everything I built around me, nervous I suppose.
Dancing late, we keep going on first dates.
Underneath your sheets, sleight of hand and daring feats.
The pain just peels, blooms confetti color fields.
The sun rolls up, rolling like a paper cup.
kids aflame have a saying they always say they say
you and me and this place won’t ever change won’t change
There’s a ghost in my living room
In silent sets, moving through
The attic in chemicals
Dissolve in two
There’s a flaw in my chemistry
The chill swells and follows me
In choirs of cold machines
And their smoking skin
These bones reside within
A crack spool of medicine
The distant hum that blooms as we run
No way to displace
In broken light
The cold grey night
A ghost still around me
Leave another ghost behind
Tell me what you know about dreaming, dreaming
You don’t really know about nothing, nothing
Tell me what you know about them night terrors, every night
5 A.M, cold sweats, waking up, to the sky
Tell me what you know about dreams, dreams
Tell me what you know about night terrors, nothing
You don’t really care about the trials of tomorrow
Rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow
CHORUS:
I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know,
Everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold
I’ll be fine, once I get it, I’ll be good.
I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know,
Everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold
I’ll be fine, once I get it, I’ll be good.
Pursuit of happiness, yeah.
I don’t get it, I’ll be good
