Cute (Pickled Beatz) Lyrics

Half-cracked slacks in a black and brown suit

Rolled up cuffs claim an arm of tattoos

Two-week scruff and a breath of fresh booze

Worn out shoes like a path of wrong moves

Fake smiles down a dim-lit hallway

Walk right passed as I cross the causeway

Sweet street cracks as an awkward always

Talk balk track like we half our old age

Now that you've got my attention (What you want with it?)

Would you state your intention (Hell naw!)

If you've got something to prove while I'm not trying to be rude I'm simply not in the mood

I can see through the bullshit preaching out from a pulpit you're just trying to be cute

Dark skies in the middle of nowhere

Blank stare and a pack of don't care

Be right back from a state of not there

Everybody else must know that it's not fair

Big dreams and a mouth of new verbs

Fresh ripped jeans and a pair of converse

Sharp tack stack fat pinch of punk perk

Whole world wants to be a fan of your work

Now that you've got my attention (What you want with it?)

Would you state your intention (Hell naw!)

If you've got something to prove while I'm not trying to be rude I'm simply not in the mood

I can see through the bullshit preaching out from a pulpit you're just trying to be cute