Come here.
Can you tell them what we're doing after brunch?
What are we doing after brunch?
Tell them what we're doing after brunch.
What happened?
Huh?
What the f***?
I don't smoke too much or what?
Got my mirror till my head
Picked the one in velvet red
Little crown but made of thread
Still feels royal when it's said
Sunlight hits, I catch the glow
Every turn's a private show
People stare, I let them see
It's not gold,
it's not fame Just a spark they can't name
Confidence in simple things Like feathers stitched with tiny dreams
Every step,
a rhythm new Every color feels like truth
I don't dress to fit the trend I wear stories in the end
Beautiful hat,
hold my thoughts All the battles that I fought
It's not fashion, it's my art
What I wear comes from my heart