Made of things
Made of things

Are we made of things, things that surround us, inside and out?
Are we made of dreams, dreaming you’re a superstar, fame over night?
What do you believe in, praying to a Gucci God, who made a bag?
What’s on your mind, update yourself before it’s too late.

I feel so empty inside, But I shake I shake my bag

One day you’re in, next day you’re out and there’s no doubt.
Have you heard the news, who made it all the way to the stars?
Are they happy now, shining in the light of precious fame?
Wanna feel like them, buy their brand, it spells like joy.

I feel so empty inside, But I shake I shake my bag

Cold emptiness, things that surround us, inside and out?

 

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