Lyrics:
even Rome
Manhatten style skyscraping
Balls to the bone
My mid cut leather highs from NYC
Dont messin' dont messin' near me!
Dont give me Nike
to the dance
Going down fast
Serial number, five one two nine
Leather jacket, baggy black pants
Going down to the dance, very clever
Mid thirties, paranoia man
Kids are spitting on the Town Hall steps
and frightening old ladies,
I dreampt that I was living back
in the mid 1980's.
People marching, people
to that (for sure)
No matter what the coast we, be on
Pacific or Atlantic we, stay strong
Foreign or domestically, we conquer
All obstacles
to that (for sure)
No matter what the coast we, be on
Pacific or Atlantic we, stay strong
Foreign or domestically, we conquer
All obstacles
Kids are spittin' on the Town Hall steps and frightenin' old ladies
I dreamt that I was livin' back in the mid 1980s
People marchin', people
(ratchet) sophisticated (ratchet)
That black leather
When it's hot outside in the summer time (ratchet)
She need that cocky (ratchet)
Ready to cock back
the summertime
Doubling back #1, I'm doubling back around
Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic down
8 figure nigga, tell me how those numbers sound
Hit the Bay
cement
Black leather in midday sunshine
All your mother's money's spent
Doin' time on the metal detector
Like to drown in your pool
Coverin' up
off
Your makeup is all a mess
Your black torn leather dress
Your makeup is all a mess
Your black torn leather dress
Dancing to the end of times
Faucet
(big boy)
Patent leather, pinstripe, you should see how I do the strings (big boy)
Size twelve with the strap, red and white with a Cardinal cap (big
(big boy)
Patent leather, pinstripe, you should see how I do the strings (big boy)
Size twelve with the strap, red and white with a Cardinal cap (big
Unnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Continued clockin' freaks with a nice posterior
Roll in an Expedition with the leather interior
Would bring tha teekies but tha ride was
backstage passes
Wearin diamonds around my glasses leather coat
Thirty thousand from Wilson countin the mill's
I'm talkin to Andre Harrell with
to the mid', fuck what I did
With no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit your kid
Slid into the shadows, cause I'm dark like that
I bark like that,
hoes at Atlantic Station
Nah fuck that, I'm at South DeKalb Mall
Really in the parking lot, leaning on some broke niggas Camry
The pic you sent last
(no)
Bottle, gotta raise it on up (up), nights in my leather
Niggas gon' learn the four letters (yeah)
Walk in, not many better, members of the rage
i'm the profit
Double up into triple profit
In the mid-west, young Scottie
Beam me up in a jet, Roger
Red bitch into red leather
She clawing on me,
hello bitch I'm ballin' and I'm jet lagged
Unh, shoppin' in Japan, we don't price check
Unh, see me for Chanel Dior sunglass
Unh, leather quicksand
It's over and
I'm sober
Four leaf clover
Mid October
He was a stoner
And a smoker
Drove a rover
Such a loner
I don't even know
Who you are
Who you
that well
'Cause everybody try to buy that bitch from me
But I will never sell, hell
Mids and highs and 4 12's
24 inches, chopped seats, complete
the Lucci wore)
84's from Atlantic City Gucci store
Linoleum break dancing, Rust-Oleum cans
I put the writing on the wall signed, "Truly yours"
Philly
got the freaking memo
And erased our old demo
Packed all my glam
In my denim bag
White tees, Levi's mid thighs
Thought of you once or twice
When they
activator
when Atlantic Starr was payin no mind to me in the front row
I wasn't FUCKIN with the Isley Brothers, the Gap Band
On stage all them shiny
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