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Brat Star - Dirty Hokas
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Текст песни: I wake up then I send GM texts to all my slatts
I spend the day grinding for the world just trynna
Be inspiring
To those in need of witnessing a baddie doing that
Born to be of service just care and provide for others
When it comes to bangers I'm a community leader
So affirming
This path is worth walking down
So I sit, and bleed myself dry on the mic
Then I go and hug a tree outside my house
Smoke a dart in my trucker hat
And it's a wrap for the night
As the evening falls
I get nauseous when I have too much motion
I'm just a girl struggling with really intense emotions
So I turn them
Into little bars of healing to invigorate the masses
Dirty Hokas on my feet the color of an orchid
Dirty Hokas on my feet cause I'm soft hearted
Rubber foam soles protect me
From the harsh concrete realism of life
The Bloor-Danforth line is down again
I'm a drop of hope in a flood of human strain
So I stare down at my special shoes
As I wait for the shuttle bus In the rain
That way
I'm going that way
Going that way
And I'm gunna do it my way
My lane
Gunna drive in my lane
Brat Star
I believe in a little thing called driver's karma
I believe we could all do with a little less drama
I believe in keeping It strictly three hunna
Dirty Hokas to the pedal
Driving home and taking the high road
I always let people get in the lane, if they have to
I believe what comes around, always comes back around
Like a spinning tire
I always let people get in the lane, if they have to
I believe what comes around, always comes back around
Like a spinning tire
I always let people get in the lane, if they have to
I believe what comes around, always comes back around
Like a spinning tire
I spend the day grinding for the world just trynna
Be inspiring
To those in need of witnessing a baddie doing that
Born to be of service just care and provide for others
When it comes to bangers I'm a community leader
So affirming
This path is worth walking down
So I sit, and bleed myself dry on the mic
Then I go and hug a tree outside my house
Smoke a dart in my trucker hat
And it's a wrap for the night
As the evening falls
I get nauseous when I have too much motion
I'm just a girl struggling with really intense emotions
So I turn them
Into little bars of healing to invigorate the masses
Dirty Hokas on my feet the color of an orchid
Dirty Hokas on my feet cause I'm soft hearted
Rubber foam soles protect me
From the harsh concrete realism of life
The Bloor-Danforth line is down again
I'm a drop of hope in a flood of human strain
So I stare down at my special shoes
As I wait for the shuttle bus In the rain
That way
I'm going that way
Going that way
And I'm gunna do it my way
My lane
Gunna drive in my lane
Brat Star
I believe in a little thing called driver's karma
I believe we could all do with a little less drama
I believe in keeping It strictly three hunna
Dirty Hokas to the pedal
Driving home and taking the high road
I always let people get in the lane, if they have to
I believe what comes around, always comes back around
Like a spinning tire
I always let people get in the lane, if they have to
I believe what comes around, always comes back around
Like a spinning tire
I always let people get in the lane, if they have to
I believe what comes around, always comes back around
Like a spinning tire
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