Lyrics:
to the ground as i catch the base
then i wipe all the sweat off me face
pop back up then i start to slide
popping my collar, as i glide
then i break the thang
your ass off for a dollar
Puttin' new wrinkles on a blue collar
Hoe-in the row y'all
Till the weekend then we really start kickin' up dirt
Keepin' our
fuckin' collar
This a fucking problem, I can see them dollars (see it)
Every time I pop a band, I can feel the power
Je n'me suis toujours pas reposé
Too scared to say, too scared to holler
I'm walking to school, with sweat around my collar (I wish)
I'm just a kid, I don't want no stress
My nerves
the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched
collar popped down like they should be
Living off laughter like Lano and Woodley
And it could be ‘cos he had the world in his palm
Every week
You're the top.
You're the top! You're an Arrow collar.
You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar.
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire,
It's a small town built on novel objections,
And white local papers with only corrections,
There's grease on the collars and ties,
And a life
to it
You can punch the ceiling but it won't stop you feeling
Rush out in the street and pull your collar up around your ringing ears
Some are born
and "Park"ed it
Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it
Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it
I spit game cause baby I can't talk it
Warm, sweating,
to hold yourself within
To know you is to love you
To see you going free ...
The collar, of your loving
I never found a woman like you, that could be my
You're the top.
You're the top! You're an Arrow collar.
You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar.
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're the top.
You're the top! You're an Arrow collar.
You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar.
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire,
collar, the best
We limpin', the money flippin'
Hey!
Won't you yank on some of this Cali?
Sip on some of this platinum!?
If you want some of daddy
Broken knuckles- Bleeding Foreheads
Shirt collars I'm still grabbing
Accusations- rolling eyes
Reasons I'm still pulling my hair out
Those fucking
ready to engage
Saying "She'll stay all in Sailor's clothes,
Her collar shall be blue,
And she'll see that seaport town
Called Canadee-I-o."
When they
Walkin' down a city street
Hands stuffed deep in my coat
Collar turned up, against a stiff wind
I'm soon to ford your moat.
I'm used to wind whippin'
to the ground as I catch the bass
Then I wipe all the sweat off me face
Pop back up then I start to slide
Popping my collar, as I glide
Then I break the thang
the counter I saw a man
A chef hat on his head and a knife in his hand
He grabbed me by my collar and began to shout
"You better eat up all your beans boy
ones do you mean
A beret on your head, red star upon your collar
You don't speak for people on the streets
(Repeat Chorus) x2
Por qué siempre igual
Contando mil historias de tal y de cual
No, no, no puedes parar
Es siempre el mismo perro, con distinto collar
Y es que
You're the top.
You're the top! You're an Arrow collar.
You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar.
You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire,
and "Park"ed it
Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it
Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it
I spit game cause baby I can't talk it
Warm, sweating,
torn and burned.
Sixteen years too many with collars thrown to the wind.
Left wondering if it's easier to buy design, or wallow in sin...
(And we
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