Native Son Prequel (Jenaux Remix)

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
Come on come on 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
Come on come on come on