Tucked In Songtext
von Stoop Kids

I′m tucked in at parties
Or should i say white tie events
These straps around my shoulders
Keep my pants in suspense

My shirts tucked in


Well my shirt was tucked in to my umbilical cord
As i popped out, melodies and the magical chords
Into a quarter inch chord through my epiphone strap
Micro korg, harmonies and an 808 clap
Used to rap when I was younger in the back of the ford
Wearing clothes i can afford, looking good as tom ford
Fakin the makin or pickin' the chicken so take in the tuckin′ in style
Look in the mirror every once and a while

My shirt's tucked in