Specifics - It Ain't Us lyrics
[Specifics - It Ain't Us lyrics]
We separate in the center of the city
Trying to get some chili fries late
From the flaming guys on
Demaisy alize stains on my leg
Smell like five alive
Three and goony first crystal
Boys after drinking goldeneye matches
Goldenboy flash cat and mouse stratagem
And trying to get most professional
Cuz bro, im a pro
Sitting in our chairs low, super focused
Sharing little tidbit's we noticed
Like chilling in the whip and keeping
Dry on a gray day
Blazes in the fly faded vintage che faces
Customized tie dyes lurking in the
Cave like bright eyes
Slurping on the rare key lime shake
Prepared for the rain under evergreen
But it keeps falling on my head like a memory
Tapes from ninety five play breaking up weed
On backside of vida on the back page of
Seventeen magazine
It ain't us the ones you want
The ones you want are on the
Comp playing world of war craft nonstop
The ones you want are at the
Docs office getting diagnosed for softness
Bitch we're not the ones you want
They're at the salon getting
Their fingernails polished
And talking like fops and soccer moms
They ain't legit
They're at the gym giving each other
Spots and giving each other jobs
Our mornings are spent like rent
You need to pay for
And it feels like nothing we can
Afford is enough to sleep properly
Warm suddenly without warning these
Alarms on snooze
I never snore like you don't
Explete roaring and roll stack cereal bowls
Then remind myself to see
Miracles here mearly breathe
Circles on the dirty hours
Verses under water in the
Shower whence we emerge
Low flow low powered Spence's
Cold toes wet, eager
You should see the shrik
Techniques developed since
Teach tried to get me to work, please
Pen figures red and worn well
Plus from L's torn
Knockin on the cellar door
Four score and seven more
Centuries of war, oh well
Probably never let my seeds live
Cause the world is similar to hell
My skin feels clammy
We need to make a trip down to miami
Wearing smiles made of sugar quite nappy
Trying to get some chili fries late
From the flaming guys on
Demaisy alize stains on my leg
Smell like five alive
Three and goony first crystal
Boys after drinking goldeneye matches
Goldenboy flash cat and mouse stratagem
And trying to get most professional
Cuz bro, im a pro
Sitting in our chairs low, super focused
Sharing little tidbit's we noticed
Like chilling in the whip and keeping
Dry on a gray day
Blazes in the fly faded vintage che faces
Customized tie dyes lurking in the
Cave like bright eyes
Slurping on the rare key lime shake
Prepared for the rain under evergreen
But it keeps falling on my head like a memory
Tapes from ninety five play breaking up weed
On backside of vida on the back page of
Seventeen magazine
It ain't us the ones you want
The ones you want are on the
Comp playing world of war craft nonstop
The ones you want are at the
Docs office getting diagnosed for softness
Bitch we're not the ones you want
They're at the salon getting
Their fingernails polished
And talking like fops and soccer moms
They ain't legit
They're at the gym giving each other
Spots and giving each other jobs
Our mornings are spent like rent
You need to pay for
And it feels like nothing we can
Afford is enough to sleep properly
Warm suddenly without warning these
Alarms on snooze
I never snore like you don't
Explete roaring and roll stack cereal bowls
Then remind myself to see
Miracles here mearly breathe
Circles on the dirty hours
Verses under water in the
Shower whence we emerge
Low flow low powered Spence's
Cold toes wet, eager
You should see the shrik
Techniques developed since
Teach tried to get me to work, please
Pen figures red and worn well
Plus from L's torn
Knockin on the cellar door
Four score and seven more
Centuries of war, oh well
Probably never let my seeds live
Cause the world is similar to hell
My skin feels clammy
We need to make a trip down to miami
Wearing smiles made of sugar quite nappy