Vintage Livin'
Deep dive
Into the realism of street style
Fashion killa, might end up with trial
Lawyers on speed dial
When we talk Im with big smiles
In a villa, we got big piles
Dripping like a faucet
Tried to stack it, I aint got room in my closet
Need to get rid of some if Im being honest
Vintage how Im living, and Im making profit
Money in, money out, how I does it
Money in, money out, man
Got out quickly as it came in, damn
But new clothes, new garments, thats my one plan
Got an addiction, it aint healthy, but I feel well
Mama always complaining, but I love the smell
Of old fabric, new magic, cast a new spell
If you dont care, then I bid you one farewell
Peace to you, call me back, Mr. Nobel
Deep dive
Into the realism of street style
Fashion killa, might end up with trial
Lawyers on speed dial
When we talk Im with big smiles
In a villa, we got big piles
Dripping like a faucet
Tried to stack it, I aint got room in my closet
Need to get rid of some if Im being honest
Vintage how Im living, and Im making profit
Money in, money out, how I does it
I lost interest in you
What do you want me to do?
Dont want me acting a fool
And take my ass back to school
No, thats not how we do
Rather go get me some jewels
And put on some oldschool shoes
Thats something I cant refuse
When I was young, rocked the Cruz
Sk8 Hi Vans how I cruised
Break my board, a new bruise
We just laugh, all we do
Didnt care bout no views
Didnt care bout no truth
We just laugh, all we do
How I rolled with my crew
Into the realism of street style
Fashion killa, might end up with trial
Lawyers on speed dial
When we talk Im with big smiles
In a villa, we got big piles
Dripping like a faucet
Tried to stack it, I aint got room in my closet
Need to get rid of some if Im being honest
Vintage how Im living, and Im making profit
Money in, money out, how I does it
Money in, money out, man
Got out quickly as it came in, damn
But new clothes, new garments, thats my one plan
Got an addiction, it aint healthy, but I feel well
Mama always complaining, but I love the smell
Of old fabric, new magic, cast a new spell
If you dont care, then I bid you one farewell
Peace to you, call me back, Mr. Nobel
Deep dive
Into the realism of street style
Fashion killa, might end up with trial
Lawyers on speed dial
When we talk Im with big smiles
In a villa, we got big piles
Dripping like a faucet
Tried to stack it, I aint got room in my closet
Need to get rid of some if Im being honest
Vintage how Im living, and Im making profit
Money in, money out, how I does it
I lost interest in you
What do you want me to do?
Dont want me acting a fool
And take my ass back to school
No, thats not how we do
Rather go get me some jewels
And put on some oldschool shoes
Thats something I cant refuse
When I was young, rocked the Cruz
Sk8 Hi Vans how I cruised
Break my board, a new bruise
We just laugh, all we do
Didnt care bout no views
Didnt care bout no truth
We just laugh, all we do
How I rolled with my crew
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Writer(s): James Anderson
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