The New Face Of Fashion chords by Cadence Weapon

  • Em

  • D

  • Dm

Verse 1
Em
I think we need to talk brother,
I seen you at the club,
you cut those jeans with a
box cutter.
That ain't a natural rip or tear,
I don't get why you're trying
to fix your hair.
Dunks are dead when I fucking say so,
my good friends they no longer go to
Halo, cause people there look at you
without choices,
your clothes seem a lot like your voices
and that don't sit well.
You usually stand,
take your gloves off,
you ain't using your hands
I do the cadence off,
I swear it's the best dance
Rappers give up,
they all wear sweatpants
Colored bandanas and oversized jerseys
They rock the same keys
D
even when they're over 30
Em
But their red on black number
D
Em
about gun culture
Makes me not want to tell the cops
Gosh, I wear pink unironically
And wave my big fist at my friend Androgyny
I am the ironic black
as your fake oversteak house party
Color me Moriarty
D
Very fashionable, miss.
Em
I think that you're
a very fashionable miss.
Dm
Very fashionable, miss.
Em
I think that you're a very
D
fashionable miss.
Em
Very fashionable, miss.
I think that you're a very
D
fashionable miss.
Em
D
Em
Very fashionable, miss.
Girl, don't try and cop me a call
if it's your rocks from some shop
that they got in the mall.
You probably shouldn't
have bought that at all.
Do you have any respect for yourself?
D
Em
Not at all. My apologies,
D
I worked at a thrift store,
Em
your style is dead,
brought you flowers from the gift store
Hipster scene, so I don't care like Weasel,
but I'd feel like an ad
D
if my shirt said Diesel
Em
I'm not a kid millionaire,
D
I pass rocket while you
Em
pay a few pulls
D
for some hooks on your ass pockets
Em
It's just another cash crop,
D
bustin' in the crib,
Em
D
and Trudeau wearin' an ascot
Em
Dm
My dear, it's an art to see your pants drop,
Em
give him a little run
to get big -headed like a mascot
Dm
Em
You're on the hustle bus,
but it's your last stop,
D
Em
have not worry,
D
they all scurry till the mask drops
Em
Very fast we'll miss,
I think that's short,
D
Em
D
Em
very fast we'll miss
D
Em
D
Em
D
Em
D
Em
Heavy drinkers,
D
we bump the heavy blinkers
Em
We don't do much and we
D
don't do much
Em
We'll use them but they won't use us
D
Em
Cause these little girls
won't come for free
D
With nudie jeans and chaste fake pee
Em
They gain break within all the
takes that they make
They hate anyone that looks different,
they contradict
They remind me of good prisons,
D
Em
no decisions
D
You know why they call it a catwalk?
Em
Cause it's a thin line
from which many in the past robbed
These cast -offs, cut -outs, misshapes
I'd rock a lampshade
D
if I could get some fixed pay
Em
They wanna blow up like Rick James
D
Em
Until designers run through
and they give them the X -Day
It's a sick game,
but I know girls that play it
They sling power you to the
dudes that say this
Very fast woman,
D
I think that you're a very fast woman
Em
Very fast, we'll miss.
I think that's short.
Very fast, we'll miss.
Very fast, we'll miss.
I think that's short.
D
Very fast, we'll miss.
Em
D
Very fast, we'll miss.
Em
D
Em
Weasel, cunt.
D
Em
He, he is father.
Everybody in America's putting him first.
My underwear, come like it's a stoop.
Rich man around my head.
Rich man around my head.
Rich man around, around,
around my head.
Wristband,
Wristband around my head
Let's rock you fucking dumb shit
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