Old Skool Vans, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Chillin' in the summertime
Wondering if I'mma f*ck up in the limelight
Got an alien I took him down to Five Guys
Dressed him up I gave him Vans with the white stripes

Golf up on my T-shirt
Flame chain, Plain Jane, why your knees hurt?
White socks, mj, I'm a thriller
I'mma blow up f*cking shit like a creeper

I'm on my way home
Through the wind and the snow
I'mma stop off in France
See a bitch I might know
I'm like how did she go?
Why you still feeling low?
'Cause I still need to grow

But you know I'm a different kind of my species
You hate, but I know that you see me
And I make it, then you'll believe me Now you love me, oh you don't mean it, yeah

Talk me down, I'm no rich guy
But I've got my clothes and my shoes and my teeth shine
And I've got a jewel I don't use for the pictures
But I want a jewel I can put in my Tesla
Run up with the -

Chillin' in the summertime
Wondering if I'mma f*ck up in the limelight
Got an alien I took him down to Five Guys
Dressed him up I gave him Vans with the white stripes

Golf up on my T-shirt
Flame chain, Plain Jane, why your knees hurt?
White socks, mj, I'm a thriller
I'mma blow up f*cking shit like a creeper

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