Gramatik - Native Son Prequel lyrics

[Chorus] I don't ever talk about the weather I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers Well I squawk loud When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd On the way to your house And it's a low life, baby Aristocrats sippin' fine wine Ain't my perception of a good time It's what I'm having Where do I sign? I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on [Verse 1 ] Since I was fourteen Repped it hard like I was James Dean Giving chickadees some wet jeans When I rolled through I made it my scene She was a tall lady Six feet plus and making men crazy I hollered at her from my blue Mercedes Now she walk the streets for me daily [Chorus] I don't ever talk about the weather I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers Well I squawk loud When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd On the way to your house And it's a low life, baby Aristocrats sippin' fine wine Ain't my perception of a good time It's what I'm having Where do I sign? I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on [Verse 2] I know it ain't right Making money off her backside But you know she ain't no cheap ride Rockafellas call me late night She was made for it So she might as well get laid for it And I might as well get paid for it Cuz in the end I'm gonna pay for it [Chorus] I don't ever talk about the weather I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers Well I squawk loud When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd On the way to your house And it's a low life, baby Aristocrats sippin' fine wine Ain't my perception of a good time It's what I'm having Where do I sign? I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on Where do I sign? I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on Where do I sign? I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on Straight to hell laughing, come on I don't ever talk about the weather I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers Well I squawk loud When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd On the way to your house And it's a low life, baby Aristocrats sippin' fine wine Ain't my perception of a good time It's what I'm having Where do I sign? I'll go straight to hell laughing, come on