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von Bartees Strange

All you wears designer using black cards for your box wine
Get an Uber out from Allen Street to Marcy for your photo shoots
NYU still treasures you, white bands with black choirs, boo
Your festivals are FYRE, you′re a liar, I can't fuck with you

Oh, oh, oh
You deserve Oscars for your starving
Artist routine, you′re driving me mad
At the culture and the cancels
Now you're 40 going on 15


Hard to see the difference
Are you solid or just big rich?
Is it fake if you still mean it?
I would say your vibes on demons
I feel robbed like y'all be fiendin′
You want mines, but that′s not easy
This take timing, this take seasons
You got money, I got reasons, ooh

You deserve Oscars for your starving
Artist routine, you're driving me mad
At the culture and the cancels
Now you′re 40 going on 15

You deserve Oscars for your starving
Artist routine, you're driving me mad
At the culture and the cancels
Now you′re 40 going on 15