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delinquent society – sway lyrics

[verse 1: mellow marc]
three-eye, three-eye, three-eye, three-eye
three-eye, three-eye, three-eye, three-eye
three-eye (ahh)
everything been did, ain’t nothing new to say
how can you see when you can’t even feel the braille?
well, soulo hoe the prophet
p-ss me all the profits
but so lazy, feelin’ hazy, our flow crazy (yahhh)
millineal but listenin’ music from the 60’s (yahhh)
hesus, aysus!
them shoes fit so wear it
then tear it
then fake it till you make it (yahhh)

[verse 2: aud]
look at my supreme and vans, one-hunnid on the tag (skrr, skrr)
ain’t got no riches fam
but i gotta bathing ape backpack
branded on the rack
sportin’ all these rafs
bruh, i know i’m from the third world but you can’t touch and copy my style (yeah)
huf and stussy
champion shirts without the money
scented by armani
can’t n0body can outshine me
ds been this naughty
little by little, we takin’ it back
feelin’ my liver, deliver not wack
signal be minimum
feelin’ incredible
ds be climbing on top of the ranks!

[chorus: aud, contemplate, mellow marc]
branded till i die mane, branded till i
sway
branded till i die mane, branded till i
sway
branded till i die mane, branded till i
sway
branded till i die mane, branded till i

[verse 3: fusr]
i got a ray ban and stussy (stussy)
some spraycans i’m getting up
my fake friends don’t love me (love me)
these snakes cannot get enough
batman, i see the light
superman, i’m looking fly
hangman, if you don’t get it right
b-tch get away with your fake–ss style!
look at my shirt, look at my pants
look at my cap, look at my vans
look at my works, look at my plans
do what i do and do what i can
doing my craft; making events
gonn’ be a blast, now, tell all your friends
making some raps, spitting with sense (off-white!)
ds the best!

[verse 4: contemplate]
bape and ‘preme, that’s what it takes
just to f-cking make a wave
trend is hot put it in a cooking stove or microwave
writers’ block even though we lack
we still cop off-white even though were brown
we still cop it all (oh d-mn!)
‘preme and stussies got two piece
i’m the man without no bullsh-t
if it fits on me, it will fit on me feeling like king leonidas!
under armour on my torso
wearing these shirts makes me immortal
all good, we’re all good, i’m good..
(off-white!)

[verse 5: aud]
brands! (ooh, ahh!)
posing in front of the cam
and then again, let them pretend
uh, let ’em pretend
buy and sell like ukay
second-hand but it’s fly
push that ego to the side
push that ego (ego) to the side!

[verse 6: contemplate]
wearing all this shirts makes me feel like a f-cking god!
we f-cking flossing until your eyes see the signs
don’t be obvious (yeah)
don’t be envious (yeah)
you can’t copy us yeah, we the realest ones (yeah)

[verse 7: fusr]
where’d you get all your clothes?
got it from the thrift shop
you know my sh-t is tight though, tighter than some dreadlocks
if you didn’t know this, man i should’ve told you
i ain’t wearin’ all these clothes asking for exposure!

[verse 8: mellow marc]
better off dead (yeah)
better off dead (yeah)
get off from my head
get off from my head
two times like i’m cousy
champion and some stussy’s adlibs
like i’m uzi will be the mane like gucci (yeah, yeah)

- delinquent society lyrics

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