Lyrics:
with you
September, November
And these few vintage years
I'd share with you
These vintage years
I'd share with you
with you
September, November
And these few vintage years
I'd share with you
These vintage years
I'd share with you
on a Vegas bet
New Luccheses, top shelf whiskey
Vintage vinyl and long cut grizzly
Got a lot of things I can't get enough of
More than a few I should give
shrine
Pleasure holes depraved,
by the relentless thrust of my blade
My sweet post-mortal fuck
Vintage of the damned - Succulent and frail
Und jetzt nimm dein Second Hand vintage-esques Hemd
Raus aus meiner Kneipe
Nimm deine Trendmelancholie, erhäng dich in Paris
Doch raus aus meiner
Vintage Whine.
[Chorus]
Since it's drawn - I must sup the cellarage of sorrow
yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs
Their
Nico shit, man
-Gamo, ey, ey
Vintage-schuhe, Ferragamo (-gamo, -gamo)
Baller' ein paar Kugeln auf deinen Patron (boom, boom)
Roll' im
style
I was born at the wrong time
Oh thats why!
Vintage modern Life of this century
Is all I see
Get your latest style from the luxury
cannabis, bitch (bitch)
La Rolex est vintage, ('tage)
Bé-bé-bé-bé-bé-bé-bébé, fais-moi, l'amour
Dior, drippin, baskets
Négro, sors le Shenron, négro,
Dis moi n'essaye pas, y lo hago cinco veces tengo calidad
De black, yo visto de noir, ni polo Ralph Lauren, ni gafas vintage
Papá pa' que quiero
nigga
Penthouse flows
If you know, you know
East holla at 'em (Gangsta Grillz)
I wrote this at the stu', they shot Pac five times (damn)
Vintage
talkin' bout interest my leather vintage (vintage)
This Avion and it's brown Tuskegee Airmen (all brown)
Not only am I part of this player shit, I'm
life like an obstacle (ooh)
Watch who you rollin' with, they might not rock with you
Vintage Chanel, I love my brand new pocketbook
Trendsetter, baby,
every rhyme I say
My only regret is I made niggas wait
See, ain't too many like us, we like vintage Bape
And I don't fuck with busters, I can't
the dream rings off
The the precipice of thirty-nine
It's depressing, some pre dating toe tags
Spell checking in a suicide note drafts
Y'all pull vintage tees
gotta brand like me
Who can break a tag like me
I moderned the vintage, the bag
They'll kill for a bag like this
From 65 all the way back, they'll kill
wire
But you say I'm chic as can be
You're like a rare vintage ripple
A vintage they'll never forget
So pour me a teeny weenie triple
And we can
a bottle of
Vintage wine
All of a sudden you came
Along and
Made my day,you made my
Day,came along and
Made my day,you made my
Day,came along and
Made my
Bittersweet our love
Bittersweet our love will taste
Like a vintage wine
Bittersweet our love
Never leave one drop to waste
'Til the end of time
All
knew
Hieroglyphics
Hip-hop is vintage
Underground like silos
Launching long-range ballistics
World-renowned, we ground-breaking
Musical
into glassy eyes
Mesmerized
There's a vintage thirst returning
But I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing
Every famine virtual
Retro vertigo
she wants
I'm too cool for the radio
Got vintage kicks, I'ma let you know
Got champagne bottles in the bathtub
That my best friend stole from
Of days gone by Look at you all \""82\"" Vintage hoodie Vintage sneakers An overpriced t-shirt Of a straight edge band that sucked Act your rage We all
do with my Rolling Stones t-shirt
It was vintage '69
You took it off
Now the temperature's hotter
Everybody is losing their t-shirt
Nobody is fine
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