PhorHead - To a T Lyrics

Dressed to a T
Just doing me
Dressed to a T
I'm Dressed to a T
Just doing me
I'm Just doing me
No one's looked this fabulous before
Fuckin' fashion store
Heart's on the sleeve
But it's all sleight of hand of course
No man of remorse
What's to be done that he hasn't run laps 'round before
Pass him the torch
If I've asked for your help just know it's a last resort
Ain't a talent short
Racks in store I ain't spent
Still going back and forth adding more
Bags packed
Catwalk through every floor
Figured let's explore
Bending towards what canvas boards
What lens distorts
What lends depends
Henchmen more or less just friends extending short
Ends sore
Bitch I been on this side
Bitch I been just this guy
Big dresser, need bigger dresser
My pants don't fit all inside
I'm just intrinsically nice
Shit's been a bit of a knife
Mizkifs they all in the boxes
I just don't get in this line
Flashed up fleece
Need to match tat sleeve
Splashed up me
I'm a masterpiece
Aught to be in a gallery
I could step with these into fashion week
Selfish needs, doing selfless deeds
Masked up I'm living healthily
Imagine making taking vaccines into MAGA scenes
That's obscene
Dressed to a T
Just doing me
Dressed to a T
I'm Dressed to a T
Just doing me
I'm Just doing me
Screaming atcha, Screaming atcha
It's distraction
Rather inaction
Bitch I'm absent
Give up that quick
Little passion
It's all past-tense
Can't imagine
Keep on blabbing
Be on that shit
Detaching
Since picked up fashion
With which I cash in
Free from that fence
Sense it's stagnant
Get on thrashing
Make a mess of it all
I'm invested in the fall
Staying set silent yet appalled
What's to say you've said it all
What's to say you've said it all
It's too late to mention the faults
Just end it all already
I've spent a good chunk of life tempting results
None of your attempts send calls
Be less involved bitch
Dressed to a T
Just doing me
Dressed to a T
I'm Dressed to a T
Just doing me
I'm Just doing me

Dressed to a T
Just doing me
Dressed to a T
I'm Dressed to a T
Just doing me
I'm Just doing me
No one's looked this fabulous before
Fuckin' fashion store
Heart's on the sleeve
But it's all sleight of hand of course
No man of remorse
What's to be done that he hasn't run laps 'round before
Pass him the torch
If I've asked for your help just know it's a last resort
Ain't a talent short
Racks in store I ain't spent
Still going back and forth adding more
Bags packed
Catwalk through every floor
Figured let's explore
Bending towards what canvas boards
What lens distorts
What lends depends
Henchmen more or less just friends extending short
Ends sore
Bitch I been on this side
Bitch I been just this guy
Big dresser, need bigger dresser
My pants don't fit all inside
I'm just intrinsically nice
Shit's been a bit of a knife
Mizkifs they all in the boxes
I just don't get in this line
Flashed up fleece
Need to match tat sleeve
Splashed up me
I'm a masterpiece
Aught to be in a gallery
I could step with these into fashion week
Selfish needs, doing selfless deeds
Masked up I'm living healthily
Imagine making taking vaccines into MAGA scenes
That's obscene
Dressed to a T
Just doing me
Dressed to a T
I'm Dressed to a T
Just doing me
I'm Just doing me
Screaming atcha, Screaming atcha
It's distraction
Rather inaction
Bitch I'm absent
Give up that quick
Little passion
It's all past-tense
Can't imagine
Keep on blabbing
Be on that shit
Detaching
Since picked up fashion
With which I cash in
Free from that fence
Sense it's stagnant
Get on thrashing
Make a mess of it all
I'm invested in the fall
Staying set silent yet appalled
What's to say you've said it all
What's to say you've said it all
It's too late to mention the faults
Just end it all already
I've spent a good chunk of life tempting results
None of your attempts send calls
Be less involved bitch
Dressed to a T
Just doing me
Dressed to a T
I'm Dressed to a T
Just doing me
I'm Just doing me