NIKE TECH Songtext
von Cal Scruby
NIKE TECH Songtext
Nike Tech I don′t sweat it
All black tracksuit my aesthetic
If I'm hopping out the back with a crossbody bag
I don′t do it for the fashion
I just can't fit the cash in my Nike Tech
I don't sweat that shit
I′m still independent with it don′t forget that shit
If you sign the dotted line by the X that's it
Should′a read the fine print and double-checked that shit
There's a glass-ceiling feeling when I hit the shit it broke
If it didn′t then I guess I'd have to pivot do the most Gotta stop with the Top 40 shit it′s getting corny
Hit that drum-drum-cymbal for me get it?
You a joke
Ayy lowkey I'ma need a global team
I've been ghostwriting pop shit and they don′t know it′s me
How the fuck my music reaching fans living overseas?
How the fuck I'm shopping in Japan and they notice me?
Ayy lowkey having trouble focusing
Think I need a trip fiending for a drip of dopamine
Caffeine nicotine 5-piece quarter bean
I′ve been locked in since the quarantine
Nike Tech I don't sweat it
All black tracksuit my aesthetic
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Nike Tech I don′t sweat it
All black tracksuit my aesthetic
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Everything black blacked out (check it)
Nowadays I look at the label like a neighborhood loanshark
I could get a bag and play a major like Mozart
Almost got a mansion in Tarzana with a full court
I was on a bender don't remember what it sold for
I′m drunker than a motherfucking luncheon at a country club
He got hair plugs why he acting like he 21?
Made a lot of money good for him he doing funny stuff
I'll be laughing at his goofy ass no matter what he does
Yeah fuck that buddy-buddy shit
You wan' get bloody then okay I′ll do what Buffy did
I ain′t dressing to impress you this my comfy shit
I'm in the valley on a mountain on my country shit
I enjoy the silence no Depeche Mode
Admit I′m usually depressed I know I'm blessed though
I got a I got a closet full of retros
Cash in a bag and a check on the sweats
Fuck a dress code
Nike Tech I don′t sweat it
All black tracksuit my aesthetic
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Nike Tech I don't sweat it
All black tracksuit my aesthetic
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Everything black blacked out (check it)
Check it
All black tracksuit my aesthetic
If I'm hopping out the back with a crossbody bag
I don′t do it for the fashion
I just can't fit the cash in my Nike Tech
I don't sweat that shit
I′m still independent with it don′t forget that shit
If you sign the dotted line by the X that's it
Should′a read the fine print and double-checked that shit
There's a glass-ceiling feeling when I hit the shit it broke
If it didn′t then I guess I'd have to pivot do the most Gotta stop with the Top 40 shit it′s getting corny
Hit that drum-drum-cymbal for me get it?
You a joke
Ayy lowkey I'ma need a global team
I've been ghostwriting pop shit and they don′t know it′s me
How the fuck my music reaching fans living overseas?
How the fuck I'm shopping in Japan and they notice me?
Ayy lowkey having trouble focusing
Think I need a trip fiending for a drip of dopamine
Caffeine nicotine 5-piece quarter bean
I′ve been locked in since the quarantine
Nike Tech I don't sweat it
All black tracksuit my aesthetic
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Nike Tech I don′t sweat it
All black tracksuit my aesthetic
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Everything black blacked out (check it)
Nowadays I look at the label like a neighborhood loanshark
I could get a bag and play a major like Mozart
Almost got a mansion in Tarzana with a full court
I was on a bender don't remember what it sold for
I′m drunker than a motherfucking luncheon at a country club
He got hair plugs why he acting like he 21?
Made a lot of money good for him he doing funny stuff
I'll be laughing at his goofy ass no matter what he does
Yeah fuck that buddy-buddy shit
You wan' get bloody then okay I′ll do what Buffy did
I ain′t dressing to impress you this my comfy shit
I'm in the valley on a mountain on my country shit
I enjoy the silence no Depeche Mode
Admit I′m usually depressed I know I'm blessed though
I got a I got a closet full of retros
Cash in a bag and a check on the sweats
Fuck a dress code
Nike Tech I don′t sweat it
All black tracksuit my aesthetic
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Nike Tech I don't sweat it
All black tracksuit my aesthetic
Everything black blacked out silhouetted (check it)
Everything black blacked out (check it)
Check it
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