Old Skool Vans, Pt. 2
Chillin' in the summertime
Wondering if I'ma fuck up in the limelight
Got an alien I took him down to Five Guys
Dressed him up I gave him Vans with the white stripes
Golf up on my T-shirt
Flame chain, Plain Jane, why your knees hurt?
White socks, MJ, I'm a thriller
I'ma blow up fucking shit like a Creeper
I'm on my way home
Through the wind and the snow
I'ma stop off in France
See a bitch I might know
I'm like how did she go?
Why you still feeling low?
'Cause I still need to grow
But you know I'm a different kind of my species
You hate, but I know that you see me
And I make it, then you'll believe me
Now you love me, oh you don't mean it, yeah
Talk me down, I'm no rich guy
But I've got my clothes and my shoes and my teeth shine
And I've got a jewel I don't use for the pictures
But I want a jewel I can put in my Tesla
Run up with the-
Chillin' in the summertime
Wondering if I'ma fuck up in the limelight
Got an alien I took him down to Five Guys
Dressed him up I gave him Vans with the white stripes
Golf up on my T-shirt
Flame chain, Plain Jane, why your knees hurt?
White socks, MJ, I'm a thriller
I'ma blow up fucking shit like a creeper
Wondering if I'ma fuck up in the limelight
Got an alien I took him down to Five Guys
Dressed him up I gave him Vans with the white stripes
Golf up on my T-shirt
Flame chain, Plain Jane, why your knees hurt?
White socks, MJ, I'm a thriller
I'ma blow up fucking shit like a Creeper
I'm on my way home
Through the wind and the snow
I'ma stop off in France
See a bitch I might know
I'm like how did she go?
Why you still feeling low?
'Cause I still need to grow
But you know I'm a different kind of my species
You hate, but I know that you see me
And I make it, then you'll believe me
Now you love me, oh you don't mean it, yeah
Talk me down, I'm no rich guy
But I've got my clothes and my shoes and my teeth shine
And I've got a jewel I don't use for the pictures
But I want a jewel I can put in my Tesla
Run up with the-
Chillin' in the summertime
Wondering if I'ma fuck up in the limelight
Got an alien I took him down to Five Guys
Dressed him up I gave him Vans with the white stripes
Golf up on my T-shirt
Flame chain, Plain Jane, why your knees hurt?
White socks, MJ, I'm a thriller
I'ma blow up fucking shit like a creeper
Credits
Writer(s): Callum Rowlands, Timothy Francis Lee
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.