Lyrics:
so so frosty
The people like "Hey, the guy on the marquee"
Rolling in super deep, headed to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink except my gator shoes,
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
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
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
people died chasing a bengie
Mason margiela my charm
Atamare on my arms
Smash you girl and get a round of appluase
Yo girl giving me brain no teeth
the outcast
As I cast out
All of the trends
Oh by the way plaid is back in
Dark skin is winning
30 Is the new 25
I made all that up on my time
And if not
switching them lanes
I'm finna run up a M by myself
I don't need you lil' bro, I just hang with the gang
Hop in a Bentley, hop in a Trackhawk
End of the day I
I'm a shitty golfer, you can ask my wife
I've been out there hackin' every day of my life
I got the shorts and all the plaid sweaters
That new
stuff for you to get rid of
You'll probably just find a dumpster
To throw out that perfectly good
Plaid reclining chair
This is not the way you
school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
MY mom
school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
MY mom
little differ.
We hae tint our plaid, bannet, belt and swordie,
Ha's and mailins braid -- but we hae a Geordie!
Jocky's gane to France
motion
This ain't luck, this is by design
I had to work in the dark for my light to shine
A lot of people are dope, they just quit too soon
A lot
Some say he is plaid
Man, that would be too bad
To be a big plaid bear with gigantic feet
Some say he is purple and likes to eat little people
So
got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country in her
Ah yeah
Friday, soho
That's where all the cool, cool people go
Shake
paralyzed 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
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
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
Yep
Steps up to the plate
Little brother, little league
Eighty-seven he was eight
Rookie season for the skinny slugger
Newly out of t-ball
Pit
twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth...
making a scene because she was
The hottest but the most modest in a long plaid skirt
And a shirt with a little picture of Ernie & Bert
Now, she played
Hey, hey, hey, man
I strike the Empire back
I strike the Empire back
Fuck the Empire
High flying like the Millennium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo
that getting swindled and pimped shit
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dope
And having the same one as six other people in
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