f** Yea Menswear - Sep. 19, 2011 lyrics

Not even trying here. f** any kind of pedigree we had going. Dialing this one in. Paint by numbers with this sh**. Lookbook A B C's. O is for Orange. Saw the O face bros making OJ last season. So we added a banana and a green apple. Oh sh** blogger. Sarted on. Our BDs just jumped up a price point. Cause we mad fruity. C is for carpet. Racking our brains. And our inspiration folders. Who's floor game is on point? sh** son, you member when we smoked that droll up with Coggs? Oh f** man. He rolled his dank with Penguin cla**ic papes. Kush wrapped in Cannery Row. Told cla**ic tales of sit downs with with OGs. Wondering how much more he could have learned. If he wasn't on The Lean when they were dropping knowledge like that. But sh** son. His crib's on that Persian tip. Let's drop down some carpet. Boom. Buyers gonna blow us up so hard bro. S is for stacks. Stacks on stacks on stacks. Mad literature, son. Cause we deep. Deep inside that e-tail fallopian. No hetero. L is for Ladder Vintage. Gritty. Have you dudes even heard of Brim City? Didn't think so. Cause we didn't find this sh** in some back alley. H is for hammer. Crush-. Smash-. k**-. -ing everything. On behalf of Justice. I let the steel speak. Lookbook down. Bricks. About a ton. Landed. We f**ing merked this sh** so hard. I think the model just threw up in his mouth a little. Weird. 99 used to say you miss 100 percent of the shots you don't take. Blindfolded wrist shots from center ice. Raining into the stands.