Qveen Herby - BALENCIAGA DREAMS lyrics

[Intro] Drops of pearls and velvet trees (Yeah) From my crown unto my feet (Yeah) Had to grow for me to see, to believe These Balenciaga dreams I stay following the signs Gettin' high in city lights Now I have to share the shine, so divine This Balenciaga life, alright, alright, oh-oh, oh Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh (Balenciaga really is the master) Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh (The passion, the skill, the love and care that goes into the making of the garment) Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh (So I think the Balenciaga look is really distilled and I think it's the very architectural shape, it's minimalistic, it's pared back he often does very clever things with pattern cutting and it's a dress that frames rather than restricts the body.) Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh [Verse] Open my, open my Open my eyes and realize countryside got the clear blue skies Rolling hills, South of France in my rearview Vespa in a dress, draggin' lace through the boxwoods Only see Chanel, never see what it really took Pull up to some custom iron gates, my insignia Every struggle drove a treasure trove, got me feelings my oats You can't claim it 'til you know, what you're lookin' for Don't you wanna see, what you got right behind the door? Talk is cheap Watch your energy Got no F's to give but some Fendi sheets Got me sleeping sweet Let me count my sheep, let me fill your cup with audacity Once you let it go, let it flow, let it drip down Love yourself enough to just indulge in your own sound What you got inside your pretty mind, what's in your bag? Dare I ask, once I opened up, it was all cash [Outro] Kyrie Eleison, Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison, Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison, Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison, Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison, Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison, Kyrie Eleison Kyrie Eleison, Kyrie Eleison