Lyrics:
crash
And now I can't remember
The clothes your wore
The radio played out of tune
And it feels like black leather
Just like you did the night before
so rappers would have to advance
And stop wearin' the same corny watches and leather pants
Psych, I don't give a fuck, rock your ice
Just don't step
worn like leather
And the shadows fell across them
As she held their eyes together
And they cried
Would you be my ocean
Won't you be the rain
Can a kiss
Hey, hey, there she goes now she's walking down the street again
Shuffling down the sidewalk, scuffing up her brand new shiny leather shoes
And all
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing
In a circle round their leather bags
I go out on Friday night
And I come home
Down a dirt road down in southern Louisiana
Flew a white Continental with the top laid back
Pretty blond sittin' on a seat of red leather
Dust
Soft as a feather
You come out just like leather
I know its a lie but you cannot seem to resist melodrama
(surrender, surrender, surrender)
Oh I
suits n leather now chrome berretta now dice games I feel safe throwin' chetta
Down 'cause shorty be on point specially when the feds around, stick up
label
Since the days I rocked "2 TONE" leather pants and a gold cable
And +Krush Groove+ showed me dreams come true
All a nigga need is passion to follow'
Wearing leather, super fly, light as a feather,
Esham, Louie Vaton
Guns like megatron
won't stop my reign on the world 'til armeggedon come
shine
Watch it dance
Sweet sweat
Leather pants
White wine
Cigarettes
Things you might
Live to regret
It's a shakedown
Better stand your
The code by which you all
Fuckin' must die
Distinguish to Kill
Distinguish to Kill
Shiny black leather boots
Peaked caps in grey
Sporting
you're holding all the aces
When you're holding all the aces
I got em, aces
(Solo)
You know baby, I play to win
I'm wearing leather head to toe
Got me
Tomorrow you won't even be a punk
Leather jacket rotting in the trunk.
part with your gun and stay this cold
Yo, we in the streets where it's nothin' but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
I'm in
Wit the top down feeling the sounds
Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs ridin' harder than guys
Wit the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather
we'll dance like we're from Texas
And play feelin' joy and sorrow
'Cause we might be here tonight an' gone tomorrow
Tattoos an' leather an' Levis pressed
She's got heart wears like patient leather
Nose turned up fallen tourniquet feather
She's got violence she's got vomit and it's feeding
To hollow
why'all niggaz want to ride my dick, whatever
Don't put your hands up on me, Sheek'll come out the leather
Put the hammer to your hatin mouth, nail it
"To get out of smell of mould, to get back on your feet again - let every
god have his day" - and again the leather is black as i lie on fragments
their tinsel glitter suits.
Pansying around; look at all the nerks
In their leather platform boots,
Making with the heavy sound...
I'm gonna stamp
[E.S.G.]
Roll-roll-roll your drop, Bentley down the street
Shining and grinding my leather reclining, the life of E.S.G
Now I was boss hogging, when
shirt|spent a lot of times doin hard work|in the red dirt yeah i've been through a lot||CHORUS|These scuffed up dark brown broke in worn out|made out of leather
the gong!
Son now you've made it to the top of their list.
Congratulations your fucking's greatest hit!
[Afterward:]
Behind husks of leather, photo albums
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