Dylan Ross - Wut 2 Wear lyrics

[Intro: Lord Diamonds] You see it is what it is You feel me This song is true to my heart [Verse 1: Dylan Ross] High life like Isadora wing I got laureate rings And velveting everything Step gotta brand new spring Put me on the front of your magazine My wardrobe is like it's from under the dimension you can't even think Alexander on the cuff link Vera washing her face in a diamond sink And I'm swinging hard like I hit the links Diamond encrusted everything on me I'm the freaky king My mistress thing is key in the nude as she hand feeds me pecan free Chin up boy if you wanna speak with me My walk-in closet is a fashion house try to compete with me The scenery, Topiary greenery Still never wear any chaps but I'm still dressing so English-ly These are so damn brand new they won't be out soon I dress to the sound of television on Marquee Moon I'm so damn hocatour on the Boca shore If I'm rocking fresh sh** you got old manure [Verse 2: Lord Diamonds] We wear Burberry Boy Shorts With Alexander cuff links My mink colored Boy George [?] Fine linens are bustling Hustling your granddaughter Poke a dong [?] Drug smuggled from Germany Oyster Bin Laden While hustling your Grandfather [?] Carved in copying sand dollars [?] Consuming young puffins [?] Parked in Osaka Where we sprayed the Monica spray [?] Periodical stables With the tables for horses [?] Channeling like Morpheus [?] Smoking on an [?] [?]