Rose Shades
Rose Shades, gold frames
Want it all, close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Rose Shades, gold frames
I ant it all I put that shit in close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Eyes low behind these rose shades
Picture perfect with these gold frames
No-name to a gold name
If they hang me pray to God they use some gold chains
Mega-man the cannon on my wrist (Mega-man)
Blow it off your top and make a wish
Droppin' 40 no assist
Headshot, coup de grace (Coup de grace)
So appealing from floor to ceiling
You get the feeling it won't ever let you down
Adjust the frame whole vision change
Lift you up and promise you won't ever touch the ground
Metamorphosis, on the porch with this
Riots torch to this comin' for the crown
Coup d'etat runnin' over op, runnin' through the shop
Fuck'm no retort to this
Mortal men killin' for the throne
Never comin' home or the block they used to rep
Cover blown, deep as baritone
Sweeney Todd, Scissorhands call me Johnny Depp
Off with heads, want the bag instead (Off with their heads)
Door is painted red, don't know how much paint is left
Already got these gold frames
Need it for these rose shades
Rose Shades, gold frames
Want it all, close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Rose Shades, gold frames
I ant it all I put that shit in close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Jerkin' like Jamaican, ho
In the mornin' want them eggs and the bacon ho
Floral shop Audemars, rose gold
Shades on, bet them shits rose gold
See it different from a new perspective
To attain a bag I was so eclectic
Almost too selective, almost egocentric
Can't forget to mention cynical rhetoric
Who's here, let'm in, aw damn she brought her friend
And her twin, let me in, went nuts, pecan
Same time again next weekend?
(Oh fuck, what time is it, where are my fucking glasses)
Rose Shades, gold frames
Want it all, close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Rose Shades, gold frames
I ant it all I put that shit in close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
(It's like you have to put them on because things just appear to visceral and too Dynamic, all the evil, all the good, everything that you've ever imagined shaded with the perfect rose red)
Want it all, close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Rose Shades, gold frames
I ant it all I put that shit in close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Eyes low behind these rose shades
Picture perfect with these gold frames
No-name to a gold name
If they hang me pray to God they use some gold chains
Mega-man the cannon on my wrist (Mega-man)
Blow it off your top and make a wish
Droppin' 40 no assist
Headshot, coup de grace (Coup de grace)
So appealing from floor to ceiling
You get the feeling it won't ever let you down
Adjust the frame whole vision change
Lift you up and promise you won't ever touch the ground
Metamorphosis, on the porch with this
Riots torch to this comin' for the crown
Coup d'etat runnin' over op, runnin' through the shop
Fuck'm no retort to this
Mortal men killin' for the throne
Never comin' home or the block they used to rep
Cover blown, deep as baritone
Sweeney Todd, Scissorhands call me Johnny Depp
Off with heads, want the bag instead (Off with their heads)
Door is painted red, don't know how much paint is left
Already got these gold frames
Need it for these rose shades
Rose Shades, gold frames
Want it all, close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Rose Shades, gold frames
I ant it all I put that shit in close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Jerkin' like Jamaican, ho
In the mornin' want them eggs and the bacon ho
Floral shop Audemars, rose gold
Shades on, bet them shits rose gold
See it different from a new perspective
To attain a bag I was so eclectic
Almost too selective, almost egocentric
Can't forget to mention cynical rhetoric
Who's here, let'm in, aw damn she brought her friend
And her twin, let me in, went nuts, pecan
Same time again next weekend?
(Oh fuck, what time is it, where are my fucking glasses)
Rose Shades, gold frames
Want it all, close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
Rose Shades, gold frames
I ant it all I put that shit in close range
Close range, Cobain
Whole different view behind these rose shades
(It's like you have to put them on because things just appear to visceral and too Dynamic, all the evil, all the good, everything that you've ever imagined shaded with the perfect rose red)
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Writer(s): Cory Hollies
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