Cheap Shoes - Blockhead, Billy Woods

Cheap Shoes - Blockhead, Billy Woods

Альбом
Known Unknowns
Год
2017
Язык
`English`
Длительность
189070

Below is the lyrics of the song Cheap Shoes , artist - Blockhead, Billy Woods with translation

Lyrics " Cheap Shoes "

Original text with translation

Cheap Shoes

Blockhead, Billy Woods

Ankle sock, ashy Achilles

Flatfeet knock looking for Billy

My voice switch, Uncle Quilly

Be in the can eating canned chili out the can

Canned laugh as he mash past Philly

Gas mask, how the gas so illy?

Hash got me like they might kill me

Noided, yes but yo they might really

Off the rack suit Hazmat, suitcase full of brass tacks

Job interview might coulda had a laugh track

Must’ve smelled a rat or the Gorilla Glue, cheap shoes

Either way Jack, the position’s nigga-proof

Necklace cobra tooth

Shell casings like bric-a-brac, otherwise place is like new

Winnie the Pooh half nude fingers in the honeypot

Not to be lewd, police sketch crude

River Styx booze cruise lose-lose

Wrinkled dress shirts at work

Three-quarter length jorts in court

Secondhand suicide vests

Fresh bomb threats locally sourced

Wrinkled dress shirts at work

Three-quarter length jorts in court

Secondhand suicide vests

Fresh bomb threats locally sourced

Wrinkled dress shirts at work

Three-quarter length jorts in court

Secondhand suicide vests

Fresh bomb threats locally sourced

Wrinkled dress shirts at work

Three-quarter length jorts in court

Secondhand suicide vests

Fresh bomb threats locally sourced

Guinea-Conakry warehouse full of tall tees

Triple XL Sean John jeans

Shrink-wrapped Diplomats double CDs

Art direction Sudanese

Every penny squeezed, African ebonies

Rich as bone marrow, margins narrow

Draped in Renaissance apparel

Last laughs stashed by the barrel

Last gasp of a Pharaoh

Blot the sun with arrows

Read weed leaves like Tarot

Beat the case, Charles Darrow, fire burn

Babylon brought marshmallow

Ras, your god is dead

Wings are ten feet of lead

Childhood friends foreboding and dread

Hell’s Gate under race car bed

Show and tell, young Will had Medusa’s head

Eyes rimmed red, hard day’s night

False skin shed by full moon’s light

Troglodyte cackle while he write, a pipe alight

Spittoon full of spite

Even whites admit he right, riding by on Citibikes

It was all a sight so he could say, «Psych»

A hundred missed calls

I’m onto y’all tryna co-ordinate drone strikes

No way

Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system.

9−1-7−2-8.

Not answering

Wrinkled dress shirts at work

Three-quarter length jorts in court

Secondhand suicide vests

Fresh bomb threats locally sourced

Wrinkled dress shirts at work

Three-quarter length jorts in court

Secondhand suicide vests

Fresh bomb threats locally sourced

Wrinkled dress shirts at work

Three-quarter length jorts in court

Secondhand suicide vests

Fresh bomb threats locally sourced

Wrinkled dress shirts at work

Three-quarter length jorts in court

Secondhand suicide vests

Fresh bomb threats locally sourced

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