Hallow Y-3 by Tru Heru Lyrics

[hook]
Perfection is ugly
Imperfection is sweet
On my sole is Y-3
High fashion, low street
The devil will weep
No soul he will reap
Cause Im on the run
Im under the gun
Under moon under sun
Yea Im on the run
Im under the gun
Under moon under sun

[verse]
I just want to feel like me
I just want to live life free
Ain't free though, high price tag
High fashion, 9 life span
Im big cat but this ain't the pride lands
Im a black cat, lone cat, I dont know where home at
I can never go back, I can only go forward
I put in the work for, everything you hope for
I dont really do hope, tell you what I do know
Everybody talk it, but it is rarely true though
Cats got ya tongue now you can’t talk
Walk yo dog ass off the cat walk
Woofin big talk off a laptop
Riding real wheels you just matchbox
You play lots, I don’t play none
You big cap, Orange tip, cap gun
[hook]
Perfection is ugly
Imperfection is sweet
On my sole is Y-3
High fashion, low street
The devil will weep
No soul he will reap
Cause Im on the run
Im under the gun
Under moon under sun
Yea Im on the run
Im under the gun
Under moon under sun


I know you must be feeling some way

Y-3 flowing like a cape