R.I.P. Lyrics

You can't test me

All dressed in Givenchy

Party after party

But yet, we seem so lonely

Ironic, yeah

Front page of Vogue, envy wherever I go

Just came back from this fashion show, money wherever I go

No sleep, next plane, next club, champagne

New shoot, no time to explain

No rest, next flight, all day, all night

No sleep, next plane, next club, champagne

New shoot, no time to explain

No rest, next flight, all day, all night

No sleep, next plane, next club, champagne

New shoot, no time to explain

In the club, with the lights off

Maybe I should just leave

But the glamour is staining

Like wine on my velvet, velvet dream

Reality is far removed from fantasy

Man, modelling is not what they think it should be

Old creeps telling you how to fucking be

Drug addicts pretending to be happy

Models hiding their insecurities

Fuck it, maybe I should just leave

No sleep, next plane, next club, champagne

New shoot, no time to explain

No rest, next flight, all day, all night

No sleep, next plane, next club, champagne

New shoot, no time to explain

No rest, next flight, all day, all night

No sleep, next plane, next club, champagne

New shoot, no time to explain

Rest in pieces

Rest in pieces

Rest in pieces

That's what they say

Rest in pieces