Native Son Prequel

I don't ever talk about the weather
I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers
Well I squawk loud
When Im pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
And its a low life, baby
Aristocrats sippin fine wine
Aint my perception of a good time
It's what Im having
Where do I sign?
Ill go straight to hell laughing, come on
Since I was fourteen
Repped it hard like I was James Dean
Giving chickadees some wet jeans
When I rolled through I made it my scene
She was a tall lady
Six feet plus and making men crazy
I hollered at her from my blue Mercedes
Now she walk the streets for me daily
I don't ever talk about the weather
I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers
Well I squawk loud
When Im pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
And its a low life, baby
Aristocrats sippin fine wine
Aint my perception of a good time
It's what Im having
Where do I sign?
Ill go straight to hell laughing, come on
I know it aint right
Making money off her backside
But you know she aint no cheap ride
Rockafellas call me late night
She was made for it
So she might as well get laid for it
And I might as well get paid for it
Cuz in the end Im gonna pay for it
I don't ever talk about the weather
I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers
Well I squawk loud
When Im pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
And its a low life,baby
Aristocrats sippin fine wine
Aint my perception of a good time
It's what Im having
Where do I sign?
Ill go straight to hell laughing, come on
Where do I sign?
Ill go straight to hell laughing, come on
Where do I sign?
Ill go straight to hell laughing, come on
Straight to hell laughing, come on
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I don't ever talk about the weather
I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers
Well I squawk loud
When Im pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
And its a low life, baby
Aristocrats sippin fine wine
Aint my perception of a good time
It's what Im having
Where do I sign?
Ill go straight to hell laughing, come on