Filthy clothes

I rise slowly, turn my feet hit the floor, dreading to walk towards my closet door

All these filthy clothes

People see me, but no one knows

Dress to impress, stepping like a weapon

Head held so high I’m able to count the stars that are in the sky

Getting compliments left and right, but every time I look down, I’m looking like

These are filthy clothes, no matter how many times I wash and scrub they still come out filthy and no one knows

Maybe I need new clothes

Maybe I need a designer

Maybe I need to get finer

Who knows my closet is filled with filthy clothes.

All these filthy clothes

People see me, but no one knows

The dirt is so thick

It doesn’t matter which ones I pick

They’re all the same

And I’m just a plain Jane

Maybe it’s time for me to window shop. I don’t want something borrowed. I don’t want something old. I want a one stop.

Gotta be clean, smelling good right color

You can have all my money for that fella

Maybe one day I’ll change clothes

But this familiar feel, I’mma hold

I’m stuck like glue in these filthy clothes.

My friends come over and say girl get over it

He ain’t worth it. There’s always something better, but maybe their closet is holding a whole lot of chatter.

I’m broke and busted down and don’t know better. I’ll hang onto my old filthy clothes before I let her.

That new ain’t new, maybe it’s for you.

Baby babe baby please stay baby babe I won’t wash anything. I’ll stay the same ohh ohh my my love looove