Lyrics:
and the building that's falling apart
Little boy needs a pair of shoes and this is only a part of Soulsville
Some of the brothers' got plenty of cash
Tricks
a tee or shirt with the slacks
Getting money by the pile started with skraps
I got qualities that these old tricks lack
Some scam but me I rather sling
you go to buy a new pair
Consider buying different shoes to make them stare
(You can't rock Heelys like I rock Heelys)
(You can't rock Heelys like I
Paw Paw Pete made me conscious of my feet
He was an old-fashioned dude
He only had one rule
If you leave the house
Put on outside shoes
You never
of their face or they will give you hell
I've got a pair of Nike shoes which go by the name blazer courts
They got just a little dirty, I'll sell them just
1: Send In The Clowns
Isn't it rich, are we a pair
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss, don't you
sables (what?)
With matching pool tables, read the label
M.a.f.i.a, admiring my shoes by Gucci
I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie
Counting
sables (what?)
With matching pool tables, read the label
M.a.f.i.a, admiring my shoes by Gucci
I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie
Counting
to let you know
I got juice
About a minute went by when another guy
Showed up with an old guitar
Well it hard to be from World War III
Or run over by
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like
No, I ain't never been pimped by
and a collar and a tie,
A nice old lady you will find by and by;
Buy a pair of leggings and I'll color them blue,
For a foxy old lady I'll make her do.
(way hey
the lane
Baby I drive the Mclaren
Baby yeah, why is you staring?
Baby I got a new pair
I got a new pair of J's
Baby I got a new wave
Baby I like how you sway
Dance floor flooded, hands in the air
Bar in the back, ballers in the rear
Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah
All night 'cause it feels real
How many days will the wet weather last?
I want know will the clouds
When they roll back
Reveal a man in an old mac
Living on a park bench
The strings bend and slide
As the hours glide by
An old pair of shoes, your favorite blues
Gonna tap out the rhythm
Let's go with the flow, wherever it goes
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
started on the map
Piece by piece brick by brick
And build that motha fucka back
New kids new shoes
New shoes new rules
New rules new news
She made it he
polyester suits"
Well, one day, up the avenue
There was a man surrounded by the Fort Greene crew
He said, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
of the young
Snakes slide through the grass
Blades slide in the back of
The used and abused tryna walk in my shoes
Get tripped by my fuse, too short
Ask God what
around in twos
So watch the pair of shoes you choose to follow
Even Jesus had facetious leaches claiming righteous teachers fake ass brothers keepers like
could I snack
A witch soul I could blast
Guarding the night, no makka pakka
But I pack a pair of macs
Backup - Soul and Maka
Switch up - Natsukasa
Black
the municipality in which this joint dabbles
Lurking in the subway car, bags on back and underarm
The carriage creaky and squeaky which raises my alarm
Old graffiti
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