Tastemaker

Why would I begin to pretend?
What would one really gain?

An obsolescence of standards
A giant crying shame - IT'S YOUR LIFE
They'll tell you "you get what you give"
But we all know that's a fools game - LIVING TRIFE

What do you see when you meet me?
Am I all that you thought?
And are you caught up in my digital visage?
Or should I sell my soul on the spot?

Set that timer, flex your head
Mentally - already dead
Put your life on display
Dignity - the price you pay

Flexing for the gram
Dollars in your hand
That shit isn't yours
Your dreams are a bore

Dressing to impress
Feigning ignorance
Flash your whip and ends
Then slide in my DM's

Ruler of your digital landscape
Diamonds, dollar signs and pearls
Nail me to your material cross
Genuflection to your plastic world