Leather & Lighters

Get your leather on and get your lighter up
Put the record on, play it loud enough
Why the hell you bring your tattoo gun?
You really gonna look at me like I'm the crazy one?
Get your leather on, get your lighter up
Put the record on, play it loud enough
Why the hell you bring your tattoo gun?
You really gonna look at me like I'm the crazy one?

From Appleton and down to West Chicago
It's me and me team and we done stole ourselves some bottles
And my girl over there looks like a trailer park model
Hope we make it out soon, hope we all win the lotto
Got high friends in low places where it is that I go
But we all take it day by day, don't never feel no sorrow
It might always be some shit somebody gotta borrow
But that's gon' be that shit that takes us to the life of Pablo
And we all gonna make it up like the Apollo
But we might gotta stop hotboxin' and pay off the car loan
Maybe make it from a Jeep up to a Monte Carlo
And be them ones that everybody else is tryna call on
But shit ain't always so easy to follow
We be too crazy with them pills, that shit is hard to swallow
But we gon' chase it 'til we make it baby, it's official
And I'mma be here next weekend, I promise and that's for sure

Get your leather on and get your lighter up
Put the record on, play it loud enough
Why the hell you bring your tattoo gun?
You really gonna look at me like I'm the crazy one?
Get your leather on, get your lighter up
Put the record on, play it loud enough
Why the hell you bring your tattoo gun?
You really gonna look at me like I'm the crazy one?

Dropped down to your knees and dropped you jaws like you gon' pray
And we would get real high each time so I wouldn't complain
Hard to even tell when you can barely stay awake
Only girl I ever thought could put me in the grave
Call her Ari Hailey cause she's a menace these days
But she ain't never hurt me, I could come kick it always
Drivin' 'round the city and showin' off all the ways
To where the plug at and where to get views of all the lakes
But don't tell nobody her license was fake
'Cause we ain't tryin' for no Bonnie and Clyde high speed chase
'Cause when we drivin' high, she's always gonna hit the brakes
Whatever's gonna get the both of us back safe
It's gon' be a minute 'fore we hit the road to race
Just wait like two more days and make sure that you get the raise
Pay the ticket off if you gon' end up catchin' a case
Now don't that sound like a romantic date?

Get your leather on and get your lighter up
Put the record on, play it loud enough
Why the hell you bring your tattoo gun?
You really gonna look at me like I'm the crazy one?
Get your leather on, get your lighter up
Put the record on, play it loud enough
Why the hell you bring your tattoo gun?
You really gonna look at me like I'm the crazy one?



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Writer(s): Avery Olson
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