Lyrics:
other way to word it got my feelings scurred and
By the, bullet of bad, the singer of sad, songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
Plaid class
beautiful
Acres for your little arrogant elitist game
But you need poor people to shame so our:
Click-clack, caddy shack
Country club get liberated back pTSD
Plaid clash with polka dots I hope you ain't mad
Back up little mama i'm about to react
ANDRE
3000:(hook)
Yep, we ain't just funkin' around
Plaid clash with polka dots I hope you ain't mad
Back up little mama i'm about to react
ANDRE
3000:(hook)
Yep, we ain't just funkin' around
like there's no laces
But I'm not your cow
So I don't walk around with my tongue out
Got a little dough
So I can't walk around with my gun out
So I keep
I want the rings and things
I want the finer things
Don't care what I gotta do for it
Give me designer please
I'm talking purse and plaids
Give
the warm weather
'Cause that's when you can get yourself together
But I like Easter time with a grin
'Cause when I was little we used to go to Coney
met you when I was P.P.C.
and you wadn't nothin' but a scrub
wearin' plaid pants and bubble gums
and beggin' for grub
and then when ya
and some people want me to move on
Easy to say, but it's so hard to do
Verse 3
c little later, I'll wrap you in our favourite plaid coat
We'll say it's
a beef nigga bring it on
Cause when I'm done it'll be my dick that you're swingin on
From the way I say my rap clear
I make people more excited than
kept in her cart
Bicycle Girl
Bicycle Girl
Pleated plaid skirt
And a frilly flounce shirt
Peddle your way to my heart
What could it mean
Were you
remembered what we used to have
and started hanging out again and started wearing matching plaid
looking at our baby pictures kinda creeps me out
seeing how
about bearded lumberjacks
Plaid shirted people, hippie types too
But now when I hear your name, I think of young people acting insane
Oh, Portland,
sheet began to bleed
Until a full stream
Your soul leaves;
Cruises like Tesla Model S Plaid
Into the fast lane Gauges 200 mph.
, but the spirit
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
better
Thomas the recycling bin a bag catcher
I still kick it with my niggas from them city blocks
But you surrounded by squares like a plaid sweater
Get
to
Cut that silly shit
You did the same when you were Younger
Let's pop this shit off
Turn it up
We doing us
Time fly's by
When your a little shit
In my
Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Oh Little Liza Liza Jane oh Little Liza Liza Jean
Hambone Hammer where you've been
Down by
on the wheels of steel
He goes by the name of Grandmaster Dee
So if its alright with you, its alright with me
We gonna rock you people's minds with ease
With some
And I might be okay
But I'm not fine at all
Oh, oh, oh
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were
Can you imagine a little girl
Standing so young
So bold
Cuz already She's cold
From seeing her moms get beat down
Day in
Day out
By them fake-azz,
And I might be okay
But I'm not fine at all
Oh, oh, oh
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
My mom started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't
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