Faux Leather by They Hate Change Lyrics
[Intro: Vonne]
Sheesh (Ooh), sheesh, sheesh (Ooh)
Sheesh, sheesh
[Verse 1: Vonne & Andrè]
A plane just flew past my window, we up too high to get down quick
The view from here is astounding, we washed the blues out, no drowning no more
My jeans bleed like Jeffery, but crippy, fucked up my bedset, now indigo, Ricky, Bobby was flicked up, we wasn’t ready yet
Yet, yet (Ready yet), nah (Nah)
Slingin' that Telfar across my shoulders, ain't nothing you niggas could tell me
Shows gettin' booked for the big fee, need to meet Robyn, I need a new Fenty
Pallets of tapes shipped, we got a crate in, I'm 'bout to sling it, ooh
Talkin' a salе, I'm talkin' Chanel, ain't nothing you niggas could tell me
I triеd to told 'em, hm
Advice can't hurt, but I never could mold you
I won't play god, gotta stand on your own two, nigga
Slipping my A.P. on, but my wrist is empty
My toothes precious, all my spoons precious metal
Silver spirit in this gin, I might swerve reckless (Sheesh)
Stuntin' in Kerby and swinging my hips (Right), ain't shit you could tell that bitch
Y'all don’t know me (Sheesh), nah (Sheesh)
[Verse 2: Andrè]
Money bag, money bag, money bag
Shit, niggas still talkin' and tokin' that bullshit
I'm just like, "Who you with?"
Them boys got ignorant, that real nigga shit
So-called poppin' shit, I been ducked off, coolin' it
I ain't gotta post a pic, but I'll be lyin' if I ain't fuck up some shit, man
I could've paid off all my car, I spent that on the dog
Paddy wagon through the mall, that Coach collar, I bought it all
Cost two bills just for the hair snip, nigga
Purple Label secret (Rich), nigga
My stones precious, nigga, check my main girl wrist
Niggas askin' 'bout my payroll
Boss up, boy, we ain't got the same goals (Nah, nah)
I just spent six summers workin' on my streets, but boy, get how you live
Skating on the beat, I spit like basics on the [1:51 ?]
[Interlude: Vonne & Andrè]
One gold tooth like Eno, (check my bang, fang)
One gold tooth like [?], change get live like JPE
Gold tooth like I'm double-O, this shit greed, this shit greed
[?]
Set, set, set, set, set, set, set, set, set
[Verse 3: Vonne]
Backend, backend, backend, everybody talkin' bout backends
You gettin' fucked over on a work for hire, should've read your contract back then
Politicians still handin' out lap dances, major labels do the same, all backhanded
Ad dollars take a toll on your advance, playlist for a stream, couple half cents, madness
Do the math on a hundred million streams, that's three hundred bands
Rappers as broke as they fans
'Cause six percent of that percentage, then taxed and delivered is sixteen grand
That SoundCloud rapper contract on demand
Your A&R left, now you're stranded
Better hope you had a key man or a backup plan or the fanbase to run it independent
Shit, stream era don't love nobody, niggas thinkin' they could do the Billie Eilish
That's an inside job if you're watchin', but I'm sleep, I ain't talkin' 'bout nothing
Fifty-fifty bust down on the profit, underground, got the game from the Deathbomb
Got the Bandcamp doin' handstands like it takes lightweight, name your price on the WAVs (Sheesh)
[Outro: Andrè]
Uh, bet I be on my way
DSPs, they ain't worth shit, I'm trappin' like the old days
Treat them tapes like weight, them jewel cases move out the Bay
Your paperwork ain't work, your pockets hurt, I relocate 'cause we okay
Uh, bet I be on my way
DSPs, they ain't worth shit, I'm trappin' like the old days
Treat them tapes like weight, them jewel cases move out the Bay
Your paperwork ain't work, your pockets hurt, we relocate 'cause we okay
Sheesh (Ooh), sheesh, sheesh (Ooh)
Sheesh, sheesh
[Verse 1: Vonne & Andrè]
A plane just flew past my window, we up too high to get down quick
The view from here is astounding, we washed the blues out, no drowning no more
My jeans bleed like Jeffery, but crippy, fucked up my bedset, now indigo, Ricky, Bobby was flicked up, we wasn’t ready yet
Yet, yet (Ready yet), nah (Nah)
Slingin' that Telfar across my shoulders, ain't nothing you niggas could tell me
Shows gettin' booked for the big fee, need to meet Robyn, I need a new Fenty
Pallets of tapes shipped, we got a crate in, I'm 'bout to sling it, ooh
Talkin' a salе, I'm talkin' Chanel, ain't nothing you niggas could tell me
I triеd to told 'em, hm
Advice can't hurt, but I never could mold you
I won't play god, gotta stand on your own two, nigga
Slipping my A.P. on, but my wrist is empty
My toothes precious, all my spoons precious metal
Silver spirit in this gin, I might swerve reckless (Sheesh)
Stuntin' in Kerby and swinging my hips (Right), ain't shit you could tell that bitch
Y'all don’t know me (Sheesh), nah (Sheesh)
[Verse 2: Andrè]
Money bag, money bag, money bag
Shit, niggas still talkin' and tokin' that bullshit
I'm just like, "Who you with?"
Them boys got ignorant, that real nigga shit
So-called poppin' shit, I been ducked off, coolin' it
I ain't gotta post a pic, but I'll be lyin' if I ain't fuck up some shit, man
I could've paid off all my car, I spent that on the dog
Paddy wagon through the mall, that Coach collar, I bought it all
Cost two bills just for the hair snip, nigga
Purple Label secret (Rich), nigga
My stones precious, nigga, check my main girl wrist
Niggas askin' 'bout my payroll
Boss up, boy, we ain't got the same goals (Nah, nah)
I just spent six summers workin' on my streets, but boy, get how you live
Skating on the beat, I spit like basics on the [1:51 ?]
[Interlude: Vonne & Andrè]
One gold tooth like Eno, (check my bang, fang)
One gold tooth like [?], change get live like JPE
Gold tooth like I'm double-O, this shit greed, this shit greed
[?]
Set, set, set, set, set, set, set, set, set
[Verse 3: Vonne]
Backend, backend, backend, everybody talkin' bout backends
You gettin' fucked over on a work for hire, should've read your contract back then
Politicians still handin' out lap dances, major labels do the same, all backhanded
Ad dollars take a toll on your advance, playlist for a stream, couple half cents, madness
Do the math on a hundred million streams, that's three hundred bands
Rappers as broke as they fans
'Cause six percent of that percentage, then taxed and delivered is sixteen grand
That SoundCloud rapper contract on demand
Your A&R left, now you're stranded
Better hope you had a key man or a backup plan or the fanbase to run it independent
Shit, stream era don't love nobody, niggas thinkin' they could do the Billie Eilish
That's an inside job if you're watchin', but I'm sleep, I ain't talkin' 'bout nothing
Fifty-fifty bust down on the profit, underground, got the game from the Deathbomb
Got the Bandcamp doin' handstands like it takes lightweight, name your price on the WAVs (Sheesh)
[Outro: Andrè]
Uh, bet I be on my way
DSPs, they ain't worth shit, I'm trappin' like the old days
Treat them tapes like weight, them jewel cases move out the Bay
Your paperwork ain't work, your pockets hurt, I relocate 'cause we okay
Uh, bet I be on my way
DSPs, they ain't worth shit, I'm trappin' like the old days
Treat them tapes like weight, them jewel cases move out the Bay
Your paperwork ain't work, your pockets hurt, we relocate 'cause we okay