Dirty White Leathers

[Verse 1] My so-called life I'm defying anything done normally Defining obscurity and my passion for purity And this never-ending quest for maturity Is misunderstood like a bad bitch's insecurity True this: stressed genius would rather be clueless Instead I'm X-ing dream girls off of my to-do list With a Pac moxxy, a working-class hero's hubris With the world on my shoulders, damn et tu Brutus! My niggas rock, raw denim with heavy ounces Music that keep bouncing, Hawaiian Punch out the fountain And the power of these words could move mountains What sucks is all of our bad bitches need counseling Niggas know what it is, these bitches know who we are I was like, two, singing Prince "Baby I'm a Star" We'll raise our son off in N-Y/ Our daughter somewhere far So she don't have to know how fucked up we truly are [Hook] Dirty White Leathers, Rodarte Sweaters Malin and Goetz, Cannibus, Candles and Poinsettias Good Could be Better... Good could be better But we talkin bout Dirty White Leathers, Rodarte Sweaters Malin and Goetz, Cannibus, Candles and Poinsettias Good Could be Better... Good could be better [Verse 2] At the tender age of one, I go the test of my life Poppa set the chopper to my left, Quran to my right Looked down at the gun, and looked him in his eyes Picked up the Good Book, he picked me up and start to cry Ooh that's priceless tears of joy, look at your baby boy My girl's the yin/yang, our child will be the coy It's dead weight when we be arguing and carrying on But hey, sometimes I'm right, and sometimes I'm wrong A lot of time spent justifying my ini-qui-ty She can't complain I keep the cutie in the Pucci booties Excessive Louie, impressive like a Brutix My chimmy chimmy chewy and we going out for sushi Breaking down silver haze on the mac book pro Just to go on vacation in an ideal zone It's cold, I'm cold, That's how I like it - cold While I create the illest shit and ground break the mold I'm talking [Hook] Dirty White Leathers, Rodarte Sweaters Malin and Goetz, Cannibus, Candles and Poinsettias Good Could be Better... Good could be better x2 And I know you feel the soul... soul... soul...