B-Zeik - High Fashion Lyrics

I don't have the time or the money
To keep on getting f*cked up
I bought this fashion to look comfy
And didn't leave enough for drugs
I'm sitting here in J 1's
Counting up these funds
I think I have a dime and maybe a stick of gum
The grinder's empty and I'm feeling pretty dumb
Decked in high fashion but a penniless bum
Looking at my piece
Like please
Wanna smoke and still wear Gucci
Now I'm on my knees
Not praying just searching couch cushions for cheese
A little bit of money to help me get some peace
For goodness sake give me some shroom tea and Bape
Peyote trip into the grave with a smile on my face
At least they buried me in red bottoms and a cape
Looking like the only guy in hell who has taste
Beezlebub has soul
But he's staring at my soles
Like damn where did get a pair of those in gold
I'ma have to slip by and steal his fashion
But when he catches on I'd of already switched them to Platinum
I don't have the time or the money
To keep on getting f*cked up
I bought this fashion to look comfy
And didn't leave enough for drugs
Put diamonds in my mouth, call it italian ice
In a sober lounge something to smoke would be nice
Riding around passenger seat dressed like Mick Jagger
Leather pants, gold chains, top hat like Mad Hatter
I got a presence to maintain
Living so damn vain
Retail therapy to break away the pain
Empty bong, empty bowl, empty vains
Losing my control only sobriety to blame
Burnt through my funds
Buying all these clothes
My shoes are stacked toe 2 toe by the rows
I'm trying to look my best
Three piece suit pocket watch in my vest
No dab smoke exhaled in my breath
Hitch a ride up north to pick shrooms in a field
Wash the shit off and watch me get into my feels
The farmer comes out with his shotgun in hand
At least I'm gonna die looking like the f*cking man
I don't have the time or the money
To keep on getting f*cked up
I bought this fashion to look comfy
And didn't leave enough for drugs