Letras
Purple and gold, the media should just put me on the cover of Vogue
I want to get old with plenty of cash in my pocket to buy back the stocks that I sold
We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes
My history complicated but I try
I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive, tonight we're coming back to life
Goshen, Burke, Washingtonville, brr
You may have gotten away in the past with it, but tonight we gon' put you to work
Look at my face, smirk
Just gave a job to my clerk
Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf
She had a cat, she was wild
Hadn't heard my music in a while
I adopted the ways of the land
You understand, my words are conceived by a child
I wrote a song for my ex, then she gave me a follow request
Best know that I denied that thing, now it's time to move on to the next
Senior year you know that I'm gon' have that bag on me
Track star, fast cars, from behind on me
We just got another win, so don't you whine on me
Go treat yourself to pity parties and hot women at the beach
On the field, what's the deal
Why you act so stressed?
It's cause the home team's got your number and you're all out of bets
Warwick floating, while you sitting getting roasted
You a penny, I'm a god damn Chuck E. Cheese token
Now you're broken, we got your whole team choking
Lemme get these bands off your hands, Imma D-Rose 'em
Break your heart, you just thought it was a farce
Auggie and the wildcats, we are a work of art
Purple and gold, the media should just put me on the cover of Vogue
I want to get old with plenty of cash in my pocket to buy back the stocks that I sold
We rocking our pride, Warwick Valley in our eyes
My history complicated but I try
I'll tell you one thing that the ego was burned alive, tonight we're coming back to life
Goshen, Burke, Washingtonville, brr
You may have gotten away in the past with it, but tonight we gon' put you to work
Look at my face, smirk
Just gave a job to my clerk