The Pilgrims Wore Gucci
The Pilgrims wore Gucci
Can't tell me it's not true
Bet they had drip on their feet too
Clouted up on the Mayflower
Keeping warm with the heat of Eddie Bauer
Covered in Stüssy head to toe
Had to wear BAPE before the snow
Plymouth men rep that shit
Cause that was just the Pilgrim fit
Gathered in 1621
The English and Indians saying their prayers
With their Oakley's protecting them from the sun
As they spoke to and looked to the man upstairs
Journey's been rough and it hasn't been fun
All the mud and water's ruined their Nike Airs
The trip didn't spare anyone
But at least the fit had little wear and tear
But now it's over so they find themselves here
Eating a meal with their new found posse
Everyone laughs as they prepare to share a beer
Digging in as the air turns frosty
Tugging up the zipper of their brand new Louie
Slung over their shoulder was Supreme
All that drip had them feeling free
Indians stared in awe, pipe dream
There was no end to the brands the men had
Always had the right clothes for any situation
If you weren't the English you had envy bad
They were the streetwear nation
Can't get their fit from the local thrift
Hot Topic didn't carry their high-class wardrobe
You could try to make yours like it, makeshift
Knockoff Prada robe
What happened to tradition of the First Thanksgiving
And giving our thanks?
Emo kids scream about the fact they're living
And women dress like skanks
Argue over politics, big dick contest
People spouting hymns with little or no context
I just wanna go back
I just wanna go back
The Pilgrims wore Gucci
Can't tell me it's not true
Bet they had drip on their feet too
Clouted up on the Mayflower
Keeping warm with the heat of Eddie Bauer
Covered in Stüssy head to toe
Had to wear BAPE before the snow
Plymouth men rep that shit
Cause that was just the Pilgrim fit
Pilgrim fit, Pilgrim fit
Let's all wear the Pilgrim fit
Grab your Gucci, grab your belt hat
Grab a turkey, swing it like a baseball bat
Cut off its head and throw it in the oven with
Dinner biscuits coming packaged by the dozen
Cranberry sauce right next to the stuffing
The meals and garb, Thanksgiving loving
Can't tell me it's not true
Bet they had drip on their feet too
Clouted up on the Mayflower
Keeping warm with the heat of Eddie Bauer
Covered in Stüssy head to toe
Had to wear BAPE before the snow
Plymouth men rep that shit
Cause that was just the Pilgrim fit
Gathered in 1621
The English and Indians saying their prayers
With their Oakley's protecting them from the sun
As they spoke to and looked to the man upstairs
Journey's been rough and it hasn't been fun
All the mud and water's ruined their Nike Airs
The trip didn't spare anyone
But at least the fit had little wear and tear
But now it's over so they find themselves here
Eating a meal with their new found posse
Everyone laughs as they prepare to share a beer
Digging in as the air turns frosty
Tugging up the zipper of their brand new Louie
Slung over their shoulder was Supreme
All that drip had them feeling free
Indians stared in awe, pipe dream
There was no end to the brands the men had
Always had the right clothes for any situation
If you weren't the English you had envy bad
They were the streetwear nation
Can't get their fit from the local thrift
Hot Topic didn't carry their high-class wardrobe
You could try to make yours like it, makeshift
Knockoff Prada robe
What happened to tradition of the First Thanksgiving
And giving our thanks?
Emo kids scream about the fact they're living
And women dress like skanks
Argue over politics, big dick contest
People spouting hymns with little or no context
I just wanna go back
I just wanna go back
The Pilgrims wore Gucci
Can't tell me it's not true
Bet they had drip on their feet too
Clouted up on the Mayflower
Keeping warm with the heat of Eddie Bauer
Covered in Stüssy head to toe
Had to wear BAPE before the snow
Plymouth men rep that shit
Cause that was just the Pilgrim fit
Pilgrim fit, Pilgrim fit
Let's all wear the Pilgrim fit
Grab your Gucci, grab your belt hat
Grab a turkey, swing it like a baseball bat
Cut off its head and throw it in the oven with
Dinner biscuits coming packaged by the dozen
Cranberry sauce right next to the stuffing
The meals and garb, Thanksgiving loving
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Writer(s): Logan Bundschuh
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