| Drops of pearls and velvet trees
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| From my crown unto my feet
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| Had to grow for me to see, to believe
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| These Balenciaga dreams
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| I stay following the sun
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| Gettin' higher, setting lights
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| Now I have to share the shine
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| So divine
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| This Balenciaga life, oh woah, oh woah, oh-oh
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| Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh
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| Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh
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| Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh
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| Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh
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| Open my, open my
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| Open my eyes and realize countryside got the clear blue skies
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| Roll in Hills, South of France in my rearview
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| Vespa in a dress, draggin' lace through the boxwoods
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| Only see Chanel, never see what it really took
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| Pull up to some custom iron gates, my insignia
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| Every struggle drove a treasure trove, got me feelings my oats
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| You can’t claim it 'til you know, what you’re lookin' for
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| Don’t you wanna see, what you got right behind the door?
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| Talk is cheap
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| Watch your energy
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| Got no F’s to give but some Fenty sheets
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| Got me sleeping sweet
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| Let me count my sheep, let me fill your cup with audacity
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| Once you let it go, let it flow, let it drip down
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| Love yourself enough to just indulge in your own sound
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| What you got inside your pretty mind, what’s in your bag?
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| Dare I ask, once I opened up, it was all cash |