You're in your bag
I'm in my Boks
You're in your bag
Ay, I'm in my Boks
Look, you're in your bag
I'm in my Boks
You're in your bag, bitch
I'm in my Boks, I'm in my
Reebok Club C Revenge of the tube socks with the low tops
Tea gone cold, wonder why they spill that, give them no props
SPY play went sideways so I fucking learn how to take loss
Still lace my shoes up, have the étouffée with a Sundrop, yeah
Walking, I'm hopping the fences
Staining my Boks on the lawn
Semi-aloof in my senses
And my phone battery gone
Look how I taught myself tension
Gritting my teeth as I yawn
Quick on the draw, swimming through quarter-acre plots
I'm on the prowl, I'm in my Boks, bitch
You're in your bag
I'm in my Boks
You're in your bag
Ay, I'm in my Boks
Look, you're in your bag
I'm in my Boks
You're in your bag, bitch
I'm in my Boks, I'm in my
Boks though
This the sound of the block though
Eastbound in a hatchback with a thumbs up for the vatos
Dog days and it's hot spells
Still talking on tempos
Mic drops with an icebox on the side stage full of High Life
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I'm in a fever dream
I am facetious, I'm with the geeses
Watching the pavement steam
Mulberry stains all on my fingers
Oh, and I'm tapering
Off a winter as bleak as your prospects
Came back with a scar
Came back new weight class for the card
Walking, I'm hopping the fences
Staining my Boks on the lawn
Semi-aloof in my senses
And my phone battery gone
Look how I taught myself tension
Gritting my teeth as I yawn
Quick on the draw, swimming through quarter-acre plots
I'm on the prowl, I'm in my Boks, bitch
You're in your bag
I'm in my Boks
You're in your bag
Ay, I'm in my Boks
Look, you're in your bag
I'm in my Boks
You're in your bag, bitch
I'm in my Boks, I'm in my
That's a small bag
Very small bag
I'm in my
I'm in my Boks
You're in your bag
I'm in my Boks
you're in your bag, bitch
I'm in my Boks
I'm in my Boks