Right, blue jeans don't seem ever smaller than my feet.
Right, I'll show you down all the ways my knees
Blue chains, gold teeth, baffles, wands on my feet Red bow chain, damn, all the whites on my knees Tongue shirt chain, smirk, long sleeve underneath
Head dark, brown eyes, rockin' hoop hair, wrist left, wrist striped, shirt lookin' clean
Can't love this bloody bitch, I'm counting gray I don't give a fuck how I go to sleep
Fish, wine, nuts, sauce, and meat, it's not a whole real trip.
Go for it, B-boy, that's the style of mess we make.
Scout, Ray, Sook, Shay, Ed, Doug, Nevis, Doc, Morris, Chase, Mark, Ziggy, Lama, Shay.
Fancy whiskey, all the things I'm flessin' These niggas wanna drink, that's some thot shit Only wearin' chins, cause bitch, I look thot
I just want it thot bitch I don't want no thot bitch I just want your love bitch Is that shit enough bitch?
Blue jeans, don't see, F-1s on my feet.
Red bow chain down, all the weights on my knees.
Tommy shirt chain, smart, long sleeve.
Underneath, head high, proud, now it's rock and roll.
