baggy jeans

I take a long draw 'fore I step outside

Anoint my lungs with that loud

(It's always loud shit)

Numbing myself to external bullshit

Nothing really matters when you're lit

And they can say what they wanna say

It's okay

Rock my favourite baggy jeans

While my hips sway (Ok)

Let 'em watch

Let 'em watch

The curb is my runway (Uh, ok)

You only get to see what I choose to show (Oh)

Baggy jeans

Baggy jeans

When I'm in my baggy jeans

(Huh when I'm in 'em)

Baggy jeans

Baggy jeans

When I'm in my baggy jeans

Baggy jeans

Long as I'm in my baggy jeans

I always feel so free

The world can't get to me

Some things I keep for me (Uh uh ok)

Long as I'm in my baggy jeans

To keep me safe and warm

Ain't no obstacles

That I can't overcome (Ok, ok)

Long as I'm in my baggy jeans

Word to Q-Tip

I just Push It Along

Push It Along

Push It Along

Then I'm gone

Ok and take a look at holes in my latest Levi jeans

Hope my blue pants don't show in new self-esteem (Ok, ok)

And does this mean the denim come off at night when we sleep (Bah bah)

Do I fray my mouth and anytime I try to weep (Cry baby)

And button down, come around all days this week (Man shit)

And press crease in my pain just to try and keep it all neat (Ok)

And seams and stitches they all don't seem to fit me

But I'm so fly don't look at zip please I'm over-exposed baby uh

Wear the same pair everyday (Uh, uh)

I don't really care (Ok, ok)

You can look all you want to

But don't get near (Uh-uh)

Step out my way

Out my way (Out my way, out my)

Get out my face

Out my face

You only get to see what I choose to show

Baggy jeans

Baggy jeans

When I'm in my baggy jeans

(I'm in my baggy jeans)

Baggy jeans

Baggy jeans

When I'm in my baggy jeans

Baggy jeans

Long as I'm in my baggy jeans

I always feel so free

The world can't get to me

Some things I keep for me (Uh for me)

Long as I'm in my baggy jeans

To keep me safe and warm

Ain't no obstacles

That I can't overcome (Shit)

Long as I'm in my baggy jeans

Word to Phife Dawg

I just Push It Along

Push It Along

Push It Along

Then I'm gone

Vintage wash

All vintage wash

Low rise with a belt to keep the jeans up top

S-NIN I come persistent I just won't stop

Numbers ain't the be all to me I ain't like you lot

I don't

Need proof on paper to know that I'm hot

Proof is in the pudding baby peep how I walk

Do you really need a name stitched to your garms to claim your swag (Yuck)

Working-class, E17, ain't give a fuck about no brands

I'm a bad muh (Uh-huh uh)

And I got soul (I got soul)

I said, I said

I'm a bad muh (Mmh)

And I got soul

Woo

Ah

Baggy jeans

Baggy jeans

When I'm in my baggy jeans

(When I'm in my, when I'm in my)

Baggy jeans

Baggy jeans

When I'm in my baggy jeans

Label me this

And then label me that (Fuck)

Without these ripped jeans I'd kinda be mad (Ok)

Replacing tags and I'm more of an off-brand

Than boot cut dreams if I see some cop hands

And don't trip overall I'm not a rock fan (I'm not, I'm not)

Bleached out nights they still dye up in my dreams (Ok)

Press the world but I still try iron my peace (Ok hol'up)

And jeans so fragile they always tear my weak knees

And Southside baby that's where I'm gon' fucking sleep

I'm good

I'm good where I stay and I'm baggy with my flaws (Good good)

I'm no staples in the hood but they don't know miahslaw (Get to know get to get to know get to)

They talk about good patchwork if you running from the law

50% cotton I wish you could withdraw

Don't look at my jeans

Don't look at my new jeans

Don't look at- don't

Don't look at my baggy jeans

Don't look at my baggy jeans

No