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mean - fabric كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: mean]
raf simons vandal boots
be the holy grail
that junya watanabe still a fairy tale
shine like bright lights hangin’
on the ferris wheel
i grind like tough soles stomping
on the heavy steel
i‘m heavy still, steady sk!lled
really i’m dressed to k!ll
i swear i will murder cats
in my margiela gats
workwear ready when i
put on my bucket hat
chambray, visvim serra boots
and high water slacks
i’m on another level
you still climbing the steps
i’m bout that grown menswear
we of a different stat
chronograph watches tick-tock
got all ‘em haters mad
that wrist game proper (ching-ching)
got all ’em haters scared
like jil sander cuts
i’m a real work of art
mixing lean, sippin’ pink
slowly strolling down the boulevard
cdg play’d out, your synergy way out
my superfuture mellow flow
will blow your brains out

i’ve got a little hope
come and save us from this ugly truth
we do what’s neccesary
by any means
see dreams materialise
we visionaries

[verse 2: face vega]
i got this freckled b-tch
she heavenless
this freckled b-tch
she never sips
just watch me get sloppy
and c-cky, hold down my posse
she got me
c0ke in the nostrils of all
the other b-tches
love my b-tch she cop when
my body is rocking lean withdrawals
cops couldn’t stop us from mobbing
we gon’ get it all
-ssh0l- task force
you can’t get us all
black dogs, asphalt
leaning we dont fall
we pisa fiends, barely seen
through the greenery
rap with the demons frequently
so evil ain’t a thing to me
raf simons and heathenry
that leads my esteem increase
he thinks he’s the king
so just leave him be
my mise en scene
is so fresh so clean
i know i be, i know i be so naive
but i’m a keep on st–zin’
till death knows me

[verse 3: ilohshix]
all black hooded
strapped with guidi booted
a gareth pugh kid
with minds polluted
by french martells
by the sh0r-s of m-rs-ille
coated in martin margiela
drkshdw ninja cartel
with minimal beats and sick poems
style combination of rick owens
a gamma playa
who rang the bell of jeff mills
we cold kids with chrome hearts
and black steel
f-ck a crack deal
we’ve got more dope
they can hang us
sounds refined like
alexander w-ng’s cuts
futuristic rhymes
cyborgs of chalayan
words from zam barrett’s dialogue
got you silent
like the crafted works
of damir doma
hit hard and kick your
kris van -ssche into a coma
then you rest in peace like
alexander mcqueen
let this tune flow
for the requiem

- mean

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