Sad fashion

Look is miss cocaine looking at the window
She’s hungry for fame now I’m ready to go
There is no scape but she’s always ready to show
That she can be the queen of the runway glow
In a dark night yeah
She’s lost control
Pretty face high hills, vains about to blow
Her make up won’t hide the heavy cross you see
Everybody gets down and watch is free

Just you and me gonna make them cry, is just for fun
Now you can breath that is over, my love is gone
‘Cause now is time now we can feel, we want to run
No one can teach you how to shot without a gun

Call Gucci my love is a untipical girl
Walking on the sidewalk
Where she’s doing her show
When your glitter shine on a tropical sun
When my girl get lost and she’s ready for fun
Just you and me gonna make them cry, is just for fun
Now you can breath that is over, my love is gone
‘Cause now is time now we can feel, we want to run
No one can teach you how to shot without a gun

Cat walk and club queens
Dark eyes eyes and the king of scene
Glitter mouth and big high hills
Synth glass and robot’s scream