Lyrics:
Yall didn’t do shit for black lives
Till a boot on his neck was on Facebook live
Textbook cries for his mama
He had to go to heaven just to stand for his
Hit her with the real loader
Ginseng with the roots, black heels with them boots
She likes your sex
The waiting in the dressing room, who's ready
Billy baby
Black jeans, beige boots, spillin' Grey Goose and grapefruits on suede shoes
Made moves I paid dues now my team gleam like they front page
my clothes (eww)
I'm at the club with a bad hoe
Stepping in venchy shark lock ankle boots (okaaaye)
She rocking all black she an angel
She throwing it
myself with a damn good price
Sweet oblivion
Got myself a bargain on
Sweet oblivion
That lies in this black tar
These boots are made for walking
Still I
everyone
Killers and shooter
Oh shit, duck! I've had enough
Ask anything I got the answer for ya
You are now bumping to the black Daria
Big boots, big
lowlife backers and his hands like rocks
They didn't want to have a bogey man
They didn't like him and he didn't like them
Black Cadillac, Alligator
kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers
Like that young cowboy from old Montana got boots and spurs and a black bandana
He rides the wild prairie rounding
Skinny girl big black eyes
Boots that shine, a red guitar
Writing songs with three chords
Dreams and real life are so close
The mirror is her
And black canvas boots laced to the last eyelet
On Columbus Boulevard
With little brown spots of spent rain
Swept up from the bright black street
There
T's
Got a chain on my boots that's boss shit
Straight black on black like Cash bitch
You can see that smoke from a fifty mile zone
While I toss power
you doing your moves on top
You know what to do when you're hot
I think you know if I came outside
You'd run around town like I do
In black moon boots
I've a pressed shirt on my back
Polished boots so shiny and black
A beret to match them
Trousers that taper at the hem
Now I'm a young man
It's time
and every creep gets paralyzed
She’s a hot cop
Hot cop lady
Lock me up tonight I’ve been a bad boy all my life
Tall blonde and blue in them long black
are you? Monica, do you miss me at all?
Hey you in the black leather boots
Hey I'm talkin' to you
Hey you with the dark brown roots
Hey I'm
Yo,
Step into the land of the Metronome Man
Click, click, click, bang! Suicide again
Black army-boots like Motley Crue
Chew barley root, I?mma attach
my leather pants, my spiky boots
My eyeliner, and black nails too
Crazy hair, shit attitudes
Arrest records and bad tattoos
I just want my rock
I just
Run and get the razor, gotta make it disappear
There! Now I've got a open mind
Plus some grease to give it a shine
Bald heads and hoodies, black
Owned a six-shot revolver before that 32
(Buh, buh) black suede Timberland boots and
Some dirty True's (yeah, yeah)
All you lyin' sleazy bitches
Had it
The code by which you all
Fuckin' must die
Distinguish to Kill
Distinguish to Kill
Shiny black leather boots
Peaked caps in grey
Sporting
switchblades, and pockmarked sky
My shades is black my boots is fly
Rock 'n' roll I lose control
Fuck the white ones, The Black Keys got so much soul
While
Mood change. 2 train today
No Benz, no Bentley, no planes
Black hood, Onyx boots, pinky ring
Fresh to death. Hard case, strings and things
No
Something in the way we move
I wanna bump and grind all night
I'll give it to ya
Gift wrapped to the max
Picture that
Black knee high boots
Woowoo
I look good
justify
Boots in lockstep
Red white black parade
The drums of war
Pounding in their heads
But bombs are falling
Indiscriminate
Angels weep
Mothers dressed
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