Songtexte Pimp Socks - Lord Sko

Yeah, uh
Check it out, man (Uh)

Warm liquor on a rainy day
Might let my hand bleed before I play the Ace of Spades
I work the razorblade like David Blaine
The kid experiment with drugs until he ain't the same (Change)
State your name up on the dotted line
They always tell me I'm a star, so yo, I gotta shine (Shine)
As for you, I would tell you them shits do not align
Only thing we got in common smokin' weed on Columbine (Huh)
Twenty deep up on your brownstone
Couple of 'em I can't really bring around folks
Cloud of smoke, you know how it go, keep the crown close
Tryna chase the clout, now you outta jokes with the clown nose
Copped a crib with a balcony just to frown upon ya
Only really leave the block to go to California
Motherfuckers out here drownin' in the shallow water
Don't know what they got 'til they put the top of the casket on ya
And I'm sorry for that
Stomach vomitin' E&J, I ain't got a dollar to call a cab (Damn)
Tell your Gwen Stefani bitches not to holla back
One day I started to rap and all of a sudden, we on the map
Fuckin' stripper bitches with they areolas pierced
Ain't nobody who can say this ain't the golden years
I know people who been tryna rap they whole career
Give me just a week and I'll tell them
Phonies to hold my beer (Hold this for me)

It's slick talk in these pimp socks
We hold sticks, smoke spliffs, tell 'em to kick rocks
Uh, it's slick talk in these pimp socks
We hold sticks, smoke spliffs, tell 'em to kick rocks

Yeah, I'm droppin' hundred-dollar ash up on the leather sofa (Uh)
After journeys through a path, the homies that was closer
Rockin' pimp socks underneath the penny loafers
Out in Medellín, I just spent a week drinkin' Henny sober (Damn)
Cuttin' ties, trust the butterfly effect
I don't like you motherfuckers, but I love to sign a check (I do)
My favorite plug sell drugs dressed like Elton John
Told him man, the yard'll never question
What he spend it on (My business)
Uh, the severance start when the weapons drawn
I promise disrespect might turn your sweater to a thread of yarn (Man)
East of Broadway, they pushin' weight and y'all gettin' strong
Chop it up and come collect the profit from a heavy palm
Blowin' smoke out my lung again, dubbed a mulligan
You ever wonder why you struggle to trust a friend? (Why?)
Shit, I done been around the corner just a couple times
Stack up all your favorite records just to put 'em under mine
Uh, makin' classics and shit, yeah

It's slick talk in these pimp socks
We hold sticks, smoke spliffs, tell 'em to kick rocks
Straight up and down, man
We hold sticks, smoke spliffs, tell 'em to kick rocks

Uptown, BK, Bronx
Harlem, Downtown Queens, get the money
Staten Island, L.I
Yonkers, what's good, baby?
Yeah, it's that Uptown shit, you know the deal, uh
It's slick talk in these pimp socks
We hold sticks, smoke spliffs, tell 'em to kick rocks