Текст песни Hate Looks Good On Me - Greaseball

Back on some brand new shit, with a brand new style
Ok now back and my goons all sick, it's about to get wild
Ok well what can you do for a man like me
Let me see, well you can't do shit, no thanks
I made it right back to the top, came to turn tracks into bops
I don't need to right back for these opps and I'm still right here
Screaming fuck the police and the cultured PC
Trying to act like cops, man it got me bent
Eatin' with Lee, give a fuck what it cost
I don't gotta sweat, what the fuck I might spend
I've been running my check, you've been loving your boss

I'm a brand new breed, tho lord
Call me Papacito, lord
Never dragged my feet, no more
When they were dragging me
Oh lord I was down all summer
God damn
I was down all winter
God damn
I was down in the spring time love
Now I'm back by demand
Oh shit
And I got me a brand new bag, back with some new new heat
Maybe two degrees and a GED
Tell me hate don't look good on me
Tell me hate don't look good on me
I'm so glad you came, cause I've been putting in the work
I've been joogin' out the dirt, I've been lurkin' in the garden
And I've been stepping on the F
I'ma take real good care of you, love
We gon' run it back when I'm there with your love
Let me get you back next time, let me show you my love
Let me show you my love