MONTAGEM FASHION COMMUNICATION

Lyrics: GozzHock Music: GozzHock/Hizzy Q Arranger: Hizzy Q GozzHock [Verse 1] Step in Tailored demeanor I’m gleamin’ in armani and chrome Talk cheats I speak in chinese My habits engraved in the bone They comment from couches I’m counting my counters I’m carving my zone I cover the chaos recheck in my cadence I call it my own (my own)
They broke into fragments I function in full-on dissertations I pivot on pressure I profit from petty evaluations You copy aesthetics But u can not get the distillation I get my vacation I’m pacing in higher partitions
[Chorus] I don’t care what they say I’m in my field Cool in every color Every built Style so sharp Cut through the noise I just do my thing Deploy I don’t care what they say That’s I’m too cold Too roll Pure gold Head to toe Whole crowd talk But they can’t touch I’m my cool My way Too much (too much)
[Verse 2] They scroll and they scold I’m getting their comments as tax I turn all their blames into fuel Into ways Into facts My aura is tailored My angle asymmetric and lax I’m swerving on turning I’m ready to give a surprising attack
I’m blessed with a bias for better A fetish for polish and proof I pivot from petty opinions I’m busy just rising the roof They stuck in the echo I’m out in the air In the truth I started from college I’m carving a path through the spoof (yeah)
[Chorus] I don’t care what they say I’m in my field Cool in every color Every built Style so sharp Cut through the noise I just do my thing Deploy I don’t care what they say That’s I’m too cold Too roll Pure gold Head to toe Whole crowd talk But they can’t touch I’m my cool My way Too much (too much)
[Bridge] Talk that talk I outlook it Trend that trend I outlive it Wave that wave I out-surf it I’m that proof You can’t word it (nah)
[Chorus] I don’t care what they say I’m in my field Cool in every color Every built Style so sharp Cut through the noise I just do my thing Deploy I don’t care what they say That’s I’m too cold Too roll Pure gold Head to toe Whole crowd talk But they can’t touch I’m my cool My way Too much (too much)