AMOS 747 - BDSM Lyrics

Gave up on change, on love, on faith, woah
(Nobody loves a party more than famous Amos)
Gave up on change
Gave up on change, on love, on faith
Rather stay stuck in my old ways
Don't want no one up in my lane
Only feel alive when I step on stage
Only pop out if the kid getting paid
Woah
Still fresh 2 death, like the runway my grave, woah
Can't trust a soul, don't know where to begin
Stay with the kult, with my ahki, my kin
Archive pieces & fossils, my closet look like a museum
Shibari Rick Owens laces, forgot that my hoodie a gimp, woah
Woah, woah, woah
If I don't know you, I won't dap you
If I wasn't me I'd be mad too
Hoodie from Japan and my bag too
Lifestyle permanent like a tattoo
Woah
What?
I can't be sober and social
Can't f*ck with hoes that's normal
Don't trust them folks who formal
Bars, Dancers, SSENSE & Money
You know the kid turn up Sunday-Monday
Bands, Designer, Sex & Music
Woah
Lifestyle, I abuse it
Woah
Bands, Designer, Sex & Music