PINK DRESS

I wear this pink dress on the street Valentino swag I worked hard for this dream Bossy when I walk into the club I'm the only one who wins I know it's just who I am Here to dance and do my thing Happiness is the only thing that really matters People judge and point fingers I only feel so flattered Many ask me what's the key to that kind of success bro Let me tell you the story that no one has ever known When I was little I dreamed about the Paris fashion week Attended art classes, did whatever I liked, a little freak Van-goth, Picasso, Dali... but all ended up being me I felt free, the only thing kept me hyped was my fucking dream Designed my own clothes and bags Started my own brand in mind Talked to my parents' colleagues, said "I am gonna make it, my friend" All that magazines were holy bibles broke limits and frames No one could stop me from the mission I'm born to do, in my brain But as I grew older I know what people would think of it I had my fear covered by seemingly confidence Been doing it for so long, thought I'm good at it "Real boys shouldn't have anything like me", they said Sure, I'm not a part of that basketball team or kinda video game boy I'd rather spend my time and money on some pretty clothes instead I don't do make up but I feel special when I look into the mirror Have self-satisfaction, they still call me inferior I'm born different I know But this's truly my comfort zone Enough hearing them talking bout none I'm better off alone A pen, a mood, a feeling, a story in my notes School bench and a rapper tone This feels like home (let me ask you this real quick) What's more a real boy should do What's more a real boy would do Than face his true self Not follow others blindly like a fool They say real boys should be like this Real boys should be like that So many standards So if you don't like me Save your fucks Of course I know it's not my fault It's my freedom, I could tell But somehow because of it I'm the one who always fall Fall into scrutiny, scrutinized by all the wrong people This insecurity, make me doubt myself, but what for? They don't know me why I'm expecting they could understand? They judge on the surface, why I'm taking this shallow reprimand? My kindness forced me to use your loss to punish myself Now I realized happiness, in this life, is the only wealth So f*ck a "manly-man" And f*ck a "girly-girl" Don't put your depth on this water Or your height on this hill If your preference turned into strings You'd feel healed when you kill Seek out and find your true peace No one's responsible for how you feel So I won't fight outwards, just like the way I did before And I won't get hurt inwards for now on also Hope you know this thick skin is what I've always fought for And I know I'm not doing this on my own solo Switch Ok, now You would feel lonely That means that success's getting closer to you Now, let's bring that shit back Yeah baby Listen up You see the way I dance This pink dress pisses you off If I really had a chance I'd like have a meet with y'all Cause you bitches too old to be influenced by anything new You get confused, and you too arrogant to even keep things cute You don't know why when I dance I choose Doja over Kong Fu You don't know how a sissy like me can have that many breakthroughs And I don't know why when you judge me you always seem so uncool And I don't know how you gon' be happy if you give yourself this many rules I never regret I choose myself over your tradition If that make me special just treat me as the only exception All I know is never change to reach your expectation This pink dress would be prettier with your decorations Yeah I'mma pull up to that bitch and tell that bitch to hold up Who you think you are, you're not the one to speak up Fore' you start all those drama, I think I need to tell ya I'm not interested in your opinions, every period every comma You that bitch, but now you'd better hold up Stand the f*ck back when I'm bout' to fucking show up Cause I don't need no fakers in the front, or haters in the back Vibe quite when I come in, silence's the greatest respect How miserable are you bitches Pathetic are you bitches How stupid I was to wish to be accepted by these bitches You criticize others for living it up and being themselves That's because both of those things are shits you ain't dare to do as well Yet, I'm, too, the one to be blamed For not firmly standing my lane But I feel happy about my growth that no one can ever take away Give myself time to see it through These paper-tigers are born to lose This that modern age to practice our own definitions of cool My uniqueness comes from my experience and dreams But you bitches don't even know to get yourselves a hobby You bitches have no idea who you really fucking are You're not qualified GTFO! Who the f*ck are you to judge? Ahhh I never regret I choose myself over your tradition If that make me special just treat me as the only exception All I know is never change to reach your expectation This pink dress would be prettier with your decorations