The Magazine Zinadelphia

[Intro]
Rumor has it there’s a new edition
All the fantasy that’s fit to print
I never saw myself within their vision
Maybe that’s the catalyst
I’ve been having trouble talking ‘bout it
I keep going out to check the mail
Wanna cancel my subscription
But I know I never will

[Pre-Chorus]
No mother could bear to hear
You insult The Creator
A body crafted for years and years
And you say that you hate it

[Chorus]
She doesn’t look like me
And I wanna fix it
It’s inspiration
But I know I’ll let it kill me
All hail the magazine
It’s not an addiction
It’s motivation
But I know I’ll let it kill me