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Bright red leather, snakeskin, crocodile Little too loud never really felt right Adidas, Stan Smith, Air Max, Nike What you gonna do when the shoe fitting too tight? Yo I just wanna talk Why you bite your lip? I made a quick escape now she calling me a prick Well, what's a boy to do when the shoe no longer fits Got me back up on the road again looking for my kicks Now I'm just getting bored Ain't got time for this Really feeling myself I been comfy in my skin Well, what's a boy to do when the shoe no longer fits But the way I'm living now I wonder if it ever did? Sorry I had to leave I wish you all the best I'm putting on my shoes but I cannot fit my left Foot into these 95s, why you give me stress? I shout then I conclude I've probably just outgrown the crep My feet are looking bare But I don't really mind Couldn't hurt to rock them au natural a little while How far could I go before they start getting tired Probably clucking for a new pair in a couple miles I knew that this was a given Back on my jack jones Like who the fuck am I kidding? Always have been the kind to be comfortable on my own Like booking tables for one coming back to an empty home Scaling the sacred walls in between thighs Passion our destination but lost our way on the ride So I jumped off the train as I softly bid you adieu In an unfamiliar place still figuring what to do People getting a move on That's life Temporary stays are my forte Remember getting our groove on All night The two of us in a tango you could say No I haven't been lonely I'm fine But left the passenger seat reserved for fate It seems it didn't turn up This time Look I should really be on my way Yo I just wanna talk Why you bite your lip? I made a quick escape now she calling me a prick Well, what's a boy to do when the shoe no longer fits Got me back up on the road again looking for my kicks Now I'm just getting bored Ain't got time for this Really feeling myself I been comfy in my skin Well, what's a boy to do when the shoe no longer fits But the way I'm living now I wonder if it ever did? Bright red leather, snakeskin, crocodile Little too loud never really felt right Adidas, Stan Smith, Air Max, Nike What you gonna do when the shoe fitting too tight? Bright red leather, snakeskin, crocodile Little too loud never really felt right Adidas, Stan Smith, Air Max, Nike What you gonna do when the shoe fitting too tight? Hold up by now I thought there'd be blisters upon my feet well Hours I've walked now I'm minutes away from freedom Pain tolerance has gone through the roof now With no laces to clean or leather to crease Look I'm a young man with a lot on my mind so forgive me If I been preoccupied securing initial bites in my piece of pie Don't wanna end up with spoiled bread from too many bakers Just let me disappear look I promise I'll shout you later It feels like freedom Wants to take me under Under her wing It feels like freedom Wants to take me under Under her wing It feels like freedom Wants to take me under Under her wing It feels like freedom Wants to take me under Under her wing
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