Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cheap Shoes, artist - Blockhead. Album song Known Unknowns, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Cheap Shoes |
Ankle sock, ashy Achilles |
Flatfeet knock looking for Billy |
My voice switch, Uncle Quilly |
Be in the can eating canned chili out the can |
Canned laugh as he mash past Philly |
Gas mask, how the gas so illy? |
Hash got me like they might kill me |
Noided, yes but yo they might really |
Off the rack suit Hazmat, suitcase full of brass tacks |
Job interview might coulda had a laugh track |
Must’ve smelled a rat or the Gorilla Glue, cheap shoes |
Either way Jack, the position’s nigga-proof |
Necklace cobra tooth |
Shell casings like bric-a-brac, otherwise place is like new |
Winnie the Pooh half nude fingers in the honeypot |
Not to be lewd, police sketch crude |
River Styx booze cruise lose-lose |
Wrinkled dress shirts at work |
Three-quarter length jorts in court |
Secondhand suicide vests |
Fresh bomb threats locally sourced |
Wrinkled dress shirts at work |
Three-quarter length jorts in court |
Secondhand suicide vests |
Fresh bomb threats locally sourced |
Wrinkled dress shirts at work |
Three-quarter length jorts in court |
Secondhand suicide vests |
Fresh bomb threats locally sourced |
Wrinkled dress shirts at work |
Three-quarter length jorts in court |
Secondhand suicide vests |
Fresh bomb threats locally sourced |
Guinea-Conakry warehouse full of tall tees |
Triple XL Sean John jeans |
Shrink-wrapped Diplomats double CDs |
Art direction Sudanese |
Every penny squeezed, African ebonies |
Rich as bone marrow, margins narrow |
Draped in Renaissance apparel |
Last laughs stashed by the barrel |
Last gasp of a Pharaoh |
Blot the sun with arrows |
Read weed leaves like Tarot |
Beat the case, Charles Darrow, fire burn |
Babylon brought marshmallow |
Ras, your god is dead |
Wings are ten feet of lead |
Childhood friends foreboding and dread |
Hell’s Gate under race car bed |
Show and tell, young Will had Medusa’s head |
Eyes rimmed red, hard day’s night |
False skin shed by full moon’s light |
Troglodyte cackle while he write, a pipe alight |
Spittoon full of spite |
Even whites admit he right, riding by on Citibikes |
It was all a sight so he could say, «Psych» |
A hundred missed calls |
I’m onto y’all tryna co-ordinate drone strikes |
No way |
Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system. |
9−1-7−2-8. |
Not answering |
Wrinkled dress shirts at work |
Three-quarter length jorts in court |
Secondhand suicide vests |
Fresh bomb threats locally sourced |
Wrinkled dress shirts at work |
Three-quarter length jorts in court |
Secondhand suicide vests |
Fresh bomb threats locally sourced |
Wrinkled dress shirts at work |
Three-quarter length jorts in court |
Secondhand suicide vests |
Fresh bomb threats locally sourced |
Wrinkled dress shirts at work |
Three-quarter length jorts in court |
Secondhand suicide vests |
Fresh bomb threats locally sourced |