Lyrics:
[My minds a paradox, pair of socks
Ugh, tool, connect the dots
..Unorthodox, k-k-kick a rock
Fock, yeah, ready for equinox]
[My mind's a paradox,
khaki suit"
Well, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
my whip cuz I got a long trip might spend few nights in the Telly
I might want me a new pair of shoes cuz the path out here ain't been too steady
I'm
and I'm slow as hell
Even if it's by a hair heir in the end I won't hold the L
Out with the old in with the new
Found some new clothes & different shoes
wack, matter fact
It's like a cat from Mexico
That trap all kinda yay
(Kanye) wearin' a MAGA hat
A holy shirt and a pair
Of Yeezy's tryna swagger jack
You
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
she's the baddest bitch to ever grace to pair of shoes
And if you are unable to find better you lose
And all this loud chirping that you consider rude
But
Verse2:
Gotta pair and it look like spiderman
same color of the pimpin called cayan
at night no sun no need a tann
old school like a string on a tin can
though some of my old homies started acting brand new,
Like a fresh pair of theatre shoes
Never was in that club after school.
But I was in the club very
the pay
Please let me pick a pair of shoes
I'm going A-I fade away
You're like an old picture
I love you, Papi
So you know how far I've come, yeah
You're
to the money 'cause my homie need a new pair of shoes
Point made, close call
This is the life and time of the homie big Snoop Dogg
Powder on my clothes
terminatin' my contract
For wearing those old pair of wack
Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks
Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot
tags and your old rigadoo?"
"I'll buy pair of leggins and a collar and a tie
And a nice young lady I'll go courting by and by
I'll buy a pair
the ladies all say I dress well
With a nice pair of jeans, LRG or Mizou
Crew neck sweatshirt, had and supreme shoes
Pocket stayed equipped with some paper
Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone
fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone he saw,
nipping her feet
And chasing her into rooms where she didn't want to be.
But the last straw was the morning she woke to a pair of
Aerobic shoes sitting by
There's too many miles on these old pair of shoes
I don't want to move on but I think I have to
Woke up this morning, made my coffee black
Took a long drag
of new shoes
You left your old nigga, now your life look brand new
Your pussy like an engine, I hope it ain't ran through
I couldn't see me house wifin'
Every evening you will find him
Around our neighborhood
It's the old dope peddler
That we know by doing good
Started off with a OZ end up riding fo'
maybe buy a pair off shoes
Trash those dam old cowboy boots
And your different point of view
Well hell that's just the way I am move aside son or join
The jesus christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my sunday school
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck by monday, cool?
Or she
on Mac the same, but I'm one-on-one Bounce out, chase him down the street, playin
Temple Runs Gang hangin' out the window, slidin' in Daytona
For fun
You know your favorite old pair of shoes
The ones with the hole in the toe you won't lose
Your favorite record that's all scratched and used
But
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