Str@nge - no suits

Don’t this shit seem strange

Why we looking at you?

I don’t trust that fame

Man look what it do

Sometimes I only see the flaws

It’s a curse and I know that I’m wrong

There’s a whole lotta beauty going

There’s a whole lotta beauty coming on

Not Murcielags and menage twas, new silicone breasts need a larger bra right?

But why the fuck we care so much?

Talking bout they hair and stuff, yea

I just wanna live by the lake

Have a birthday at my crib with a cake

Check up on my moms see if moms is straight

Call up all my cuz cuz they need a call ay

Don’t this shit seem strange

Why we looking at you?

I don’t trust that fame

Man look what it do

Now everybody wanna be famous

They don’t wanna see they name be nameless

But why we so obsessed with them?

We be riding on they backs like equestrians

I been keeping more tabs on they rehab

And I stalked Rick Rubin at his Malibu beach pad (yea)

All this Twittering, how we giving in

They be gossiping Cardi B’s ass again

Like «OMG» DID YOU HEAR WHAT SHE DID

SHE INJECTED HER BUTT AND HER BUTT GOT BIG"

But what about some kids heard she want them too?

«Oh she had a surrogate and she paid for that too»

Shit, and what do fame do?

It put you on crazy man I’m insane too

And now I ain’t tryna say that I don’t wanna nothing

Every time we drop, I’m looking for something

Don’t this shit seem strange

Why we looking at you?

I don’t trust that fame

Man look what it do

Don’t this shit seem strange

Why we looking at you?

I don’t trust that fame

Man look what it do