Balenciaga Dreams - Qveen Herby

Drops of pearls and velvet trees

From my crown unto my feet

Had to grow for me to see, to believe

These Balenciaga dreams

I stay following the sun

Gettin' higher, setting lights

Now I have to share the shine

So divine

This Balenciaga life, oh woah, oh woah, oh-oh

Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh

Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh

Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh

Alright, alright, oh, oh, oh

Open my, open my

Open my eyes and realize countryside got the clear blue skies

Roll in 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 Fenty 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