"CHUCK TAYLORS" lyrics
Chuck, Chuck, Chuck Taylors
Chuck, Chuck, Chuck Taylors
Okay now let me tell y'all about my favorite shoe
They're perfectly stitched, to leave a couple cuts and a wound
My favorite kicks, to give a couple kicks and a bruise
To any lil bitch that don't wanna Converse with the crew
I'm talking all star classics, get my satisfaction
Marching through yo city knocking people off they axis
Got a big mouth, I had to match it with a fat lip
He came in as a pretty boy, I turned him to a catfish
I'm everything that you wanted to be (uh huh)
It's time to give 'em what they wanted to see (uh huh)
Tonight's a movie and we started a scene
Because my hands are law and order and we called the police
Ay!
Heard somebody had sumthin' they wanna say
Better suck it up and say it to my face
Airhead deflator
Kiss to ya face with my old Chuck Taylors
Ay!
Take your knife out of my back, it's outta space
You can try to hide but you cannot escape
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Kiss to ya face with my old Chuck Taylors
You run your mouth, you think you have a six pack
But you killed a six pack terrorizing kick backs
You down for a mismatch, talking all the shit that's
Guaranteed hands free .99 and that's with tax
So toxic, I might add a plot twist
Test all of your patience, maybe give a little pop quiz
You don't want the work like you was tryna go and swap shifts
Leave you on the floor and maybe empty out yo pockets
If you think you got a problem with me (uh huh)
I think it's better if you got up and leave (uh huh)
My life's a movie and I'm started a scene
Because my hands are law and order and we called the police
Hey!
Heard somebody had sumthin they wanna say
Better suck it up and say it to my face
Airhead deflator
Kiss to ya face with my old Chuck Taylors
Hey!
Take your knife out of my back, it's outta space
You can try to hide but you cannot escape
Memory eraser
Kiss to ya face with my old Chuck Taylors
Hey!
Hey!
With my old Chuck Taylors
Hey!
With my old Chuck Taylors
Hey!
Take your knife out of my back, it's outta space
You can try to hide but you cannot escape
Memory eraser
Kiss to ya face with my old Chuck Taylors
Chuck, Chuck, Chuck Taylors
Okay now let me tell y'all about my favorite shoe
They're perfectly stitched, to leave a couple cuts and a wound
My favorite kicks, to give a couple kicks and a bruise
To any lil bitch that don't wanna Converse with the crew
I'm talking all star classics, get my satisfaction
Marching through yo city knocking people off they axis
Got a big mouth, I had to match it with a fat lip
He came in as a pretty boy, I turned him to a catfish
I'm everything that you wanted to be (uh huh)
It's time to give 'em what they wanted to see (uh huh)
Tonight's a movie and we started a scene
Because my hands are law and order and we called the police
Ay!
Heard somebody had sumthin' they wanna say
Better suck it up and say it to my face
Airhead deflator
Kiss to ya face with my old Chuck Taylors
Ay!
Take your knife out of my back, it's outta space
You can try to hide but you cannot escape
Memory eraser
Kiss to ya face with my old Chuck Taylors
You run your mouth, you think you have a six pack
But you killed a six pack terrorizing kick backs
You down for a mismatch, talking all the shit that's
Guaranteed hands free .99 and that's with tax
So toxic, I might add a plot twist
Test all of your patience, maybe give a little pop quiz
You don't want the work like you was tryna go and swap shifts
Leave you on the floor and maybe empty out yo pockets
If you think you got a problem with me (uh huh)
I think it's better if you got up and leave (uh huh)
My life's a movie and I'm started a scene
Because my hands are law and order and we called the police
Hey!
Heard somebody had sumthin they wanna say
Better suck it up and say it to my face
Airhead deflator
Kiss to ya face with my old Chuck Taylors
Hey!
Take your knife out of my back, it's outta space
You can try to hide but you cannot escape
Memory eraser
Kiss to ya face with my old Chuck Taylors
Hey!
Hey!
With my old Chuck Taylors
Hey!
With my old Chuck Taylors
Hey!
Take your knife out of my back, it's outta space
You can try to hide but you cannot escape
Memory eraser
Kiss to ya face with my old Chuck Taylors
Writer(s): Jayden Seeley, Ryan Oakes
