Lyrics:
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In the buttoned up flannel tilted brim
Biscuits
Yanking on my collar while I'm knocking bitches
Relentless finesse when I press for the treasure
screwed over in Vietnam
He'd drag out that old uniform
And say "they used to call me slim"
He never could get it buttoned up
But the pride looked good
replaced
You're thrown straight out in that cruel parade buttoned down and laced
It starts like fascination, it ends up like a trance
You've gotta use
Fanny & chorus
Feeling awfully bad
What a time I had
Cause I didn't buttoned up my overcoat
Hatsjoe
All I do is sniff
Pass that handkerchief
What
buttoned tight and my suedes on
I'm gettin' my kicks
diggin' arty French flicks with my shades on.
I'm too much. I'm a gas.
I am anything but
I'm buttoned up, I'm polished and I'm crispy
Shut the fuck up and listen to me
After I give you this game, you can rewind (you can rewind)
I was your
cigs open chests like a heart surgeon
And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook
But I keep a stack thick as few college books
I got a new
Life is like a fucking red
Number in a calendar
Every day a holiday, I'm buttoned up
My collar straight
We Disturbing London make them
Niggas do
at all
See See Rider, where did you stay last night? Lord, Lord, Lord
Your shoes ain't buttoned and your clothes don't fit you right
You didn't come
coming in
I almost felt like taking a swim,
But the sea gets wild so I've been told
And anyway it was much too cold.
I buttoned my coat up to my chin
See See Rider, where did you stay last night? Lord, Lord, Lord
Your shoes ain't buttoned and your clothes don't fit you right
You didn't come home
(the room is dark)
The blurry graffiti on the benches
Across at the public park
The plastic's black and buttoned
(the plastic's black)
The haze is
(the room is dark)
The blurry graffiti on the benches
Across at the public park
The plastic's black and buttoned
(the plastic's black)
The haze is
Look
Self-awareness, pride's a coat and yes, I like to wear it
Buttoned up, don't like to let no air in
With a pair of gloves, that I hope doesn't
Where I grew up, gettin' dressed up means
A buttoned down shirt and a good pair of jeans
Wasn't Sunday supper without collard greens
Dad was boss,
niggas finn' to get buttoned up
The Shield's here, nigga, time to straighten up
You niggas wanna play?
We got somethin' hot for you
Osama clips, we got
replaced
You're thrown straight out in that cruel parade buttoned down and laced
It starts like fascination, it ends up like a trance
You've gotta use
nostalgia
Living in the past
No use getting misty eyed
It all screamed by so fast
When life was so much calmer
Severely buttoned up
The future rich in
at the game orderin' refreshments
(Where I'm at?)
I'm on the floor watching my investment
Buttoned up, some call it grown up look
I like to call it havin money
mama kissed me and buttoned up my coat
And said now go and play out in the snow
Poor old papa carved the turkey and little sister cut the cake
Then we
drawers on and, buttoned down clothes
Don't brown nose just join it
Ecstasy pills, with Buddha Man signs stamped on it
Jam on it, the +Blair Witch+
buttoned down his pants
You can laugh
It's kind of funny
Things you think
Times like these
Like I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
Yes
I knew her when summer was her crown
And autumn sad
How brown her eyes
Now
See her walk by
Peppermint coat
Button-down clothes
Buttoned
come true
Her hands are small and fluttered up
I lay amongst the buttercups
I pulled on my coat and buttoned it up
For the worst, it had come true
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