Текст песни Jeffree Star - God Hates Your Outfit

LA is where stars come to die
Hold your breath - try not to lie
LA is where stars come to die
Hold your breath - try not to lie

To burn out in the blink of the public eye
Need the paparazzi to prove you're alive
You wanna do something with your life?
Drop dead HELLO!
Drop dead GOODBYE!

Hollywood knows you'll never make it
You're rich & you're skinny but you look like shit
You came so close you could almost taste it
But God, God, God hates your outfit
Fit, fit, fit
But God, God, God hates your outfit
Fit, fit, fit
God, God, God hates your outfit

Hold your emotions under the knife
Let's pretend, we're satisfied
Non-refundable and overhyped
Now you look like you feel on the inside
You wanna do something with your life?
Drop dead HELLO!
Drop dead GOODBYE!

Hollywood knows you'll never make it
You're rich & you're skinny but you look like shit
You came so close you could almost taste it
But God, God, God hates your outfit
Fit, fit, fit
God, God, God hates your outfit
Fit, fit, fit
God, God, God hates your outfit

God, God, God
God, God, God
God, God, God
God, God, God
God, God, God
God, God, God
God, God, God
God, God, God
God, God, God
God, God, God
God, God, God, hates your outfit

Hollywood knows you'll never make it
You're rich & you're skinny but you look like shit
You came so close you could almost taste it
But God, God, God hates your outfit
Fit, fit, fit
God, God, God hates your outfit
Fit, fit, fit
God, God, God hates your outfit