Malachi Essex - Denim Lyrics

Got No Stylist

Got no stylist got on denim
I got no stylist got on denim

Got no stylist got on denim
Feel like Ash the way I catch 'em
Got them bands but I can't flex 'em
He gon' talk so I'm gon' Dex him

I just wanna swag now
Ain't no lesson in that
Lil' shorty pipe down
You just tryna flex back

I'm saving my money and go-(Woah)
Stackin' up yeah I tiptoe-(Tiptoe)
Gotta keep my head real low-(Uh-huh)
'Cause I can't even let 'em know-(Uh-huh)

They plot and scheme yeah I'm done
Low-lifes troll for fun
Mess you up and then you're spun
Push your buttons watch 'em run

They in your head so get 'em out
All they want is some clout
Lock in tune 'em out
GPS says "different route"

Shorty all up in my lane
You messed me up but I'm okay
Took an L but now I'm back
Handled that like a big ol' pack

Of cigarettes that exhale blessed
Left me feeling relieved from stress
I feel so alone
Heart's coated in chrome

Don't wanna be talked to
Just leave me alone
Please pick up your phone
You know what you've been told

Got no stylist got on denim
Feel like Ash the way I catch 'em
Got them bands but I can't flex 'em
He gon' talk so I'm gon' Dex him

I just wanna swag now
Ain't no lesson to share
Lil' shorty pipe down
You just tryna flex there

I don't know how to feel
So confused is it real?
Shockin' me like an eel
Can't feel but I can't deal

Cold night by myself
They don't care 'bout mental health
I just wanna build some wealth
I just wanna get some help

I'm alone in my head
Battles goin' on instead
Sometimes wish they cared
Other times I just don't dare

People switched up on me
Fake homies yeah low-key
One day callin' me "Brodie"
Next day left me lonely

Can't trust family or no friends
No I won't make amends
Lil' bro used to be a fan
Tryna be me no you can't

This ain't no cry for help
'Cause I won't even reach my hand out
I'm movin' in stealth
Sneakin' out maybe live in Japan

Feel like I'm dumb dumb
Fighting these demons
Or is it just me up in here?
Yeah