Tom MacDonald - Burning My Designer lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald - Burning My Designer lyrics]
Okay, I made that money
And I bought those clothes
I got diamond grills and chains made of gold
I made a million bucks, and I'm thirty-one
And I feel the same as when I was broke
Nothin' changes when you're rich and famous
You still get depressed
You still feel anxious
I used to think that when I finally made it
I would feel better, but I kinda hate it
They told me I could be cool
All I had to do was buy some new shoes
All I had to do was purchase some brand names
And get a Gucci face tattoo, ayy
I bought it, I wore it
Could barely afford it
They promised I'd like it
My fans would support it
The rappers all love it, the actors adore it
But even celebrities turn into corpses
And I know how it is when
You just wanna fit in
You'd do anything to be part of the crowd
I used to be afraid people
Thought I was different it ends now
I'm burning my designer
I'm lighting it on fire
Goodbye to the Gucci, Louis, Prada, Versace
Balenciaga ah ah ah, ah ah ah
I'm burning my designer
It's going up in smoke
Goodbye to the shit that made me broke
Just so people would think I'm dope
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
Okay, I chased the dollar and I blew a buck
Got the Fendi hats, I got Louboutins
I got the Saint Laurents
I got the Gucci ones it didn't make me cool
It made me stupid dumb
Got tricked into lookin' like e'rybody else
I don't wanna seem like anybody else
All I ever wanted was to be myself
Never sold my soul, that is not for sale
Stupid for blowin' a grand on a shirt
Got me thinkin' the logo and
Brand is my worth if I go broke tomorrow
They'll tell me I'm dirt
And now I can see that is not how it works
I'm not my appearance and neither are you
We're not what we buy or the money we blew
We're not the designs on our
Shirts and our shoes
We're the ones who are burning
What they say is cool
And I know how it is when
You just wanna fit in
You'd do anything to be part of the crowd
I used to be afraid people
Thought I was different it ends now
I'm burning my designer
I'm lighting it on fire
Goodbye to the Gucci, Louis, Prada, Versace
Balenciaga ah ah ah, ah ah ah
I'm burning my designer
It's going up in smoke
Goodbye to the shit that made me broke
Just so people would think I'm dope
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
When you're buried in that Gucci graveyard
It won't matter what you bought before
'Cause you ain't leaving with the
Things you paid for
They'll be hanging up in vintage stores
When you're laying in that Louis coffin
It won't matter what you spent alive
'Cause you ain't leaving with the
Things you paid for
They'll be secondhand for half the price
I'm burning my designer
I'm lighting it on fire
Goodbye to the Gucci, Louis, Prada, Versace
Balenciaga ah ah ah, ah ah ah
I'm burning my designer
It's going up in smoke
Goodbye to the shit that made me broke
Just so people would think I'm dope
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
And I bought those clothes
I got diamond grills and chains made of gold
I made a million bucks, and I'm thirty-one
And I feel the same as when I was broke
Nothin' changes when you're rich and famous
You still get depressed
You still feel anxious
I used to think that when I finally made it
I would feel better, but I kinda hate it
They told me I could be cool
All I had to do was buy some new shoes
All I had to do was purchase some brand names
And get a Gucci face tattoo, ayy
I bought it, I wore it
Could barely afford it
They promised I'd like it
My fans would support it
The rappers all love it, the actors adore it
But even celebrities turn into corpses
And I know how it is when
You just wanna fit in
You'd do anything to be part of the crowd
I used to be afraid people
Thought I was different it ends now
I'm burning my designer
I'm lighting it on fire
Goodbye to the Gucci, Louis, Prada, Versace
Balenciaga ah ah ah, ah ah ah
I'm burning my designer
It's going up in smoke
Goodbye to the shit that made me broke
Just so people would think I'm dope
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
Okay, I chased the dollar and I blew a buck
Got the Fendi hats, I got Louboutins
I got the Saint Laurents
I got the Gucci ones it didn't make me cool
It made me stupid dumb
Got tricked into lookin' like e'rybody else
I don't wanna seem like anybody else
All I ever wanted was to be myself
Never sold my soul, that is not for sale
Stupid for blowin' a grand on a shirt
Got me thinkin' the logo and
Brand is my worth if I go broke tomorrow
They'll tell me I'm dirt
And now I can see that is not how it works
I'm not my appearance and neither are you
We're not what we buy or the money we blew
We're not the designs on our
Shirts and our shoes
We're the ones who are burning
What they say is cool
And I know how it is when
You just wanna fit in
You'd do anything to be part of the crowd
I used to be afraid people
Thought I was different it ends now
I'm burning my designer
I'm lighting it on fire
Goodbye to the Gucci, Louis, Prada, Versace
Balenciaga ah ah ah, ah ah ah
I'm burning my designer
It's going up in smoke
Goodbye to the shit that made me broke
Just so people would think I'm dope
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
When you're buried in that Gucci graveyard
It won't matter what you bought before
'Cause you ain't leaving with the
Things you paid for
They'll be hanging up in vintage stores
When you're laying in that Louis coffin
It won't matter what you spent alive
'Cause you ain't leaving with the
Things you paid for
They'll be secondhand for half the price
I'm burning my designer
I'm lighting it on fire
Goodbye to the Gucci, Louis, Prada, Versace
Balenciaga ah ah ah, ah ah ah
I'm burning my designer
It's going up in smoke
Goodbye to the shit that made me broke
Just so people would think I'm dope
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah