"Rugby" lyrics
Right
Take 'em back to the essence
Uh
Real slow, uh-huh
Right
Lace my sons and my daughter
2 L's, you know my aura
My collection is flawless, shit, my storage got a storage
I'm a Ralph Lauren hoarder, I know that I got a problem
My old lady be tripping, my closet is an asylum
I got space bags buried in the loose
Leftover patches, I just put 'em on my roofs
My impact in this shit, they could never fit my mode
Got too many styles, too many looks, I kill them slow
Keep my varsity crispy like a Scina
King rugby Thompson, my throne on recliner
Uh
That one bottle keep me in vagina
Low skully until, peep the fresh line-up
See, I'm double RL'ing or RLX bubble code
Black label denim, dawg
Graduated to a dough
Flyer than all you lowheads looking dusty
And I'm husky
Damn, I miss rugby
Used to be on 12th and University like every day
Damn, I miss rugby
Damn, I miss rugby
R-r-r-rugby
Dear Ralph
I figured I'd just take the sincere route
And tell you 'bout this brand that we care about
I traveled the atlas, collecting the patches
Don't know if it's facts but
I heard you shut it down 'cause most the buyers was blacks, but
Media taking steam, flip it and sell you dreams
Everything in between, but everyone money green
Still wear my patchwork cartis in the spring
And since you shut it down, I'm kinda fucking with Supreme
I know
It ain't Ralph though
Hit my collection up when I'm in doubt though
Classic fit to the very end
And credit me for that surge in 2010
Still wear my tabel coats to them classy events
And since you shut rugby down
Everything else been wack
I had to vent
I still rep hard in all my pics
Signing off, sincerely yours, the rugby king
Damn, I miss rugby
Damn, I miss rugby
Damn, I miss rugby
R-r-r-rugby
Take 'em back to the essence
Uh
Real slow, uh-huh
Right
Lace my sons and my daughter
2 L's, you know my aura
My collection is flawless, shit, my storage got a storage
I'm a Ralph Lauren hoarder, I know that I got a problem
My old lady be tripping, my closet is an asylum
I got space bags buried in the loose
Leftover patches, I just put 'em on my roofs
My impact in this shit, they could never fit my mode
Got too many styles, too many looks, I kill them slow
Keep my varsity crispy like a Scina
King rugby Thompson, my throne on recliner
Uh
That one bottle keep me in vagina
Low skully until, peep the fresh line-up
See, I'm double RL'ing or RLX bubble code
Black label denim, dawg
Graduated to a dough
Flyer than all you lowheads looking dusty
And I'm husky
Damn, I miss rugby
Used to be on 12th and University like every day
Damn, I miss rugby
Damn, I miss rugby
R-r-r-rugby
Dear Ralph
I figured I'd just take the sincere route
And tell you 'bout this brand that we care about
I traveled the atlas, collecting the patches
Don't know if it's facts but
I heard you shut it down 'cause most the buyers was blacks, but
Media taking steam, flip it and sell you dreams
Everything in between, but everyone money green
Still wear my patchwork cartis in the spring
And since you shut it down, I'm kinda fucking with Supreme
I know
It ain't Ralph though
Hit my collection up when I'm in doubt though
Classic fit to the very end
And credit me for that surge in 2010
Still wear my tabel coats to them classy events
And since you shut rugby down
Everything else been wack
I had to vent
I still rep hard in all my pics
Signing off, sincerely yours, the rugby king
Damn, I miss rugby
Damn, I miss rugby
Damn, I miss rugby
R-r-r-rugby
