Trey Christie - Oxford Season lyrics

[Verse 1: Trey Christie] Well 'ello, Trey, uh Sinatra, footwork oxfords My chinos rolled, I'm three different cultures I'm in the studio like no life, for life Mademoiselle, I dig your figure and you my type Cause you don't need him girl You need your freedom girl You out there, shopping bags, bossed up tryna defeat the world You can be my sidekick, but I'm the villain With villainous flows, dodging venomous hoes Options limitless though That a** print still indented my memory foam Hold up, bout the business, ventilating vintage Orchestrate and finish, got the work up in my denim Benjamin visions beneath the rhythms in my iPhone Hear it then your mind's blown [Verse 2: Trey Christie] Recluse'd in my office, cigar fragrance on tuxes My floor covered in luggage, alarm system off, f** it I'm flooding dope in the suburb Probably sell your son herb Then I'm back to the co*kpit to sip Ciroc on the rocks I'm Al Capone with these thoughts, I'm mobbin' Viewing the world with third eye optics I'm plottin' Brazilian estates where millions await So Ms. Bonita drop that applebum and ask for some Let our energies connect and you'll be back for some It's only a matter of time before I detonate Dedicate, forget the brakes I'm bullrushin', bringing new substance to the function Introduction to this image, so if you wit it, get wit it Otherwise you just a witness to this vision [Verse 3: Trey Christie] I close my eyes, touch my fingers then I'm levitating Element bending got her gravitating to my spot Brothers from the block gon' flock And let they lips walk Honeys let they hips talk like Shakira Face the mirror, see the new new Man who knew? This woodsy motherf**er brought talent to the new school Droppin' gems, not with them, we opposing crews Sinatra cool, I'm that dude in Oxford shoes Uh!