Sick Outta Fashion ROMAJI DEMONDICE

[Verse 1]
Ya know where to find me
A realness bringin’ demon bent to no laws
Meant to kill this mental illness fashion trend with both claws
Satanic Santa Clause, sad boy blood spillah
“Akuma saikoro” A.K.A Menhera killah
Digital celebrities been workin’ for the weekend
I can’t knock they hustle but I CAN knock they teeth in
Glamorizing weak, thin and breakable
Critiquin’ is inevitable, shut my mouth for long enough, I’m speakin’
Amerikan'ūman - no. I’m not your Nadeshiko。
But do I really gotta say it out loud? I’m proud to say I ain’t no
Sugar-bloated candy-coated bitch you can adore on
Don’t chu know that “idol rapper”s such an oxymoron??
Lesson: when lashin’ out, best be choice how you delivеr
Depression ain’t a fashion accessory, but somе beg to differ
Healthy isn’t money, still I think I’d rather go clean
Than sell my mental illness snappin’ selfies in the Byōin

[Chorus]
Just my opinion, but say what’cha wanna
An epidemic filtered in black and off-color
You want a “bad choice?” Already got one
Queen of the Sad Boys? Kill it with a shotgun
Just my opinion, so say what you’re gonna
Though it doesn’t make a difference to me
The more ya know!
Feelin’ so loved~
Utsubyō wa oshare janaideshou？
I’ll put’cha sick outta fashion