Letras
Flattery
Can you feel that camaraderie
Been together since grade school since
Rotate them, eyes on me
Imitation, at a glance
Particularly alone, no offense
Tough love, a little sucker punch then
A hundred men, yeah
(Hold up now)
Move time
Things don't change till you try
Fashion weeks
Things don't change
Minimal self
Not for everyone else
Memory and scent
Grown habits, intertwined
Flavored by the Sperry
Juniors came to write
Dunkirk, three timelines
It's the ant hill ebb and flow
Inner city kids, ready, set
Designed to benefit those
Yet, I'm stuck thinking how my corners show
And circle yours
Fashion weeks
Things don't change