jorts, pt. 1

Don't need no suit and tie I'm wearing jorts until I up and die Baby, I don't need no reason why When I'm in jorts I feel so good inside, good inside The 501's were a masterpiece But my mental state don't feel at ease Fabric drip underneath my knees Yeah, I miss when my ankles felt the breeze I need that dad bod casual So pleasureful, fashionable The Birkenstocks with the crew high socks A 90's renaissance My Mona Lisa fashionista (fashionista) Legs for days my denim diva (diva) All these drawers but nothing compares to you (to you, to you, to you) Don't need no suit and tie I'm wearing jorts until I up and die (ya, ya) Baby, I don't need no reason why When I'm in jorts I feel so good inside, good inside (So good inside) I had some good friends and they tried to intervene I had a girlfriend but she kicked me to the street The only thing I do beside eat, shit and sleep Is shopping for these jorts and these jort accessories J's for the joy you bring to me (J) O's for the the only one I see (O) R didn't have any solid rhymes but (R) T's for that tan-line at knee high (T) Fit so cold my tips are frosty Cut denim kills me softly Don't care what obsession costs me, oh no Don't need no suit and tie I'm wearing jorts until I up and die (To the die) Baby, I don't need no reason why When I'm in jorts I feel so good inside, good inside (Yea) I want jorts (Jorts) Cut em right off at the knees I want jorts (Jorts) Yah, I wanna feel the breeze I want jorts (Jorts) It's a fashion revolution I want jorts (Jorts) Hot or cold it's your solution I want jorts (Jorts) They're the perfect in between I want jorts (Jorts) And you rarely have to clean em I want jorts (Jorts) No more dresser drawer confusion I want jorts (Jorts) They're the perfect evolution