Native Son Prequel Lyrics
Native Son Prequel (本地人 先行篇) - Gramatik/Leo Napier
Lyrics by：Denis Jasarevic/Orlando Napier
I don't ever talk about the weather
I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers
Well I squawk loud
When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
And it's a low life baby
Aristocrats sippin' fine wine
Ain't my perception of a good time
It's what I'm having
Where do I sign
I'll 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 I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
And it's a low life baby
Aristocrats sippin' fine wine
Ain't my perception of a good time
It's what I'm having
Where do I sign
I'll go straight to hell laughing come on
I know it ain't right
Making money off her backside
But you know she ain't 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 I'm gonna pay for it
Oh yeha yeha yeah
I don't ever talk about the weather
I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers
Well I squawk loud
When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
And it's a low life baby
Aristocrats sippin' fine wine
Ain't my perception of a good time
It's what I'm having
Where do I sign
I'll go straight to hell laughing come on
Where do I sign
I'll go straight to hell laughing come on
Where do I sign
I'll go straight to hell laughing come on
Straight to hell laughing come on
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
No worries of it
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't ever talk about the weather
I wear a long coat made of chickadee feathers
Well I squawk loud
When I'm pushing through a rush hour crowd
On the way to your house
And it's a low life baby
Aristocrats sippin' fine wine
Ain't my perception of a good time
It's what I'm having
Where do I sign
I'll go straight to hell laughing come on