One in, one out

That's my system

That's how we're rocking in my household

  

Got me upset, you been around a bit

But you're hardly a vet

I'm drinking Pocari Sweat

My tattoo artist carved the Woolmark in my arm

Cause I'm all natural, a hundred percent

Familiarity breed contempt

Creatives skip the art, straight for the content

I'm not content, the garments in my closet

They're talking to each other and it's all compliments

Better get the right angle when you're taking pics

Get the right label when you're making hits

And get a nice table where your lady sits

Eighties baby, I was born in 1986

Half your favs flaky but I thank you for your patronage

They get paid a grip but can't really hit the stage a bit

Playing with my pay is like getting naked and making grits

Uhh, not a great decision, cyeah

  

I'm in California like I'm Calvin Broadus

The jeans I just found were broken in by a gold miner named Honus

My garments have mysterious origin

Found some shirts in a shed with an ornery owner

I treat digging like a sport, thrift lord

You let the heat slip under your noses

The denim was carefully soaked in a vat of indigo

Can't get these at Holt Renfrew, gotta go to Tokyo

At auction, I present my portfolio

I'm like a forager, found my outfit in a portable

Used to drink on potent potables

Now I'm focused on being the most notable

Studied Hip Hop Quotables til the technique was noticeable

Just copped a Polo jacket in Park Slope

At the vintage show, I was voted Man with the Most Coats

  

I actually just bought a jacket on the way to the studio. It's a Harris Tweed blazer. It matches perfectly with this chai latte I'm drinking

  

Virgin Scottish wool handwoven in the Outer Hebrides

  

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