This is a song about "Bobos shoes"

Lazy ass don't believe in lies. truth lies beneath our shoes

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

Man i feel ya i been in ya shoes,

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

My kostons are the reason that you tossed your wrinkly leather shoes

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

You need shoes i need booze

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