[Verse 1: T.Rex] Style, to everyone is unique From head to the toe, the question always fancied Is what am I to wear, or did I brush my hair I'd like to make it clear, that I don't really care So maybe I just lied, simply to fulfill a rhyme If you see me on the daily then you know my clothes comprise of The common brand names, as the common aims To impress the fly dames, with his well well prepared lays Estilo, to those que no saben Depends on the psyche for most it's Ralph Lauren Of course I wear Polo, not Nike then it's nothing but I'm known to switch the style, like Jordan with a layup Jordan's on my feet, too many Jordans on the streets Peep the closet young pup, green eggs and green beans I'm a proud sneaker fiend, air maxed since '93 But I'm only 74, STNGRex is in a care home BING, because I'm not frugal Switch the G up with an f-r, I guess it's not google Everyday of the week, we express originality With the clothes we choose to wear, for some its blopularity Blopularity Blopularity Blopularity Blopularity Blopularity Blopularity Blopularity Blopularity Blopularity I like my 10's deep, I used to rock skinny jeans For those that still do, your suffocating future seeds Thanks to puberty, I let me j**els breathe a bit And I don't profess swag, to those that don't agree with it So as I go on, I suggest you grab a pad and pen The notes I'm about to give bring fashion sense to a casket From Nikes, to IDs, with Stüssy, to 10 deep From Vans, to SBs, with Jordans, to Sperry's My style varies, while Polo boots scare me I wish I saw em rarely, cause everybody wears 'em It doesn't matter when, spring, fall, or summertime The moral of the story is that normal is a state of mind Con Estilo, observers have to take the time To look, like, and an*lyze I hope you took notes, as I'd like to say goodbye To everyone that listened And to Ms. Avolin, thanks for the extension Peace, love, and hair grease...