Tanned Leather Lyrics – Lake Boys
Singer: Lake Boys
Title: Tanned Leather
Shut your up
Before I beat you up
With that stupid big #ss Reese’s cup
Thought that you made it into a masterpiece
But you couldn’t ever even run the Smash Meme
Ultimately, never were a high rider
This clown’s a Fortniter
Looks like we’re floating higher
Cuz we’re one Tristan lighter
You could say we crossed the line
But you’re the one who swung low
And now you’re out of time
But Karter’s climbing up, bro
You hit the gravel, and you didn’t pass
And thеn James hit the grass, he was bеating your #ss
And you took up a bit of a tumble and rolled
Off the throne, and we’re killing you, hacking and slash
Made Stan the Kyle, Trisha the VSCO
All your personalities that shoot but they miss though
It never works, and can you guess why?
With every mention of them everybody wants to die
Come to think of it, it’s a little bit ludicrous
Late for P3, you’re always using this
“Ooh, I’m Tristan, I’m never on time!”
Well, it’s probably cuz you pay me all those motherf#ckin’ dimes
I’m getting quite tired of listening to you ramble
As soon as you start, then our sanity’s in shambles
No-one’s ever even listening to anything you say
With the elephant’s toothpaste… (Going faster than Usain!)
Those ten-cent coins are a real delay, we can really say
You went out, but we’re here to stay
Stuffing your weird-ass face with the Frito-Lays
Not even stopping to give us the time of day
I have to say, you hecca gay
Gonna roast you so we have a nice flambé
With no delay, rapping fast as a light ray
And I might say, it’s your death day, okay?
We don’t just have Gibraltar the bear
But you faltered, we stare, I’m not normal I’m altered I swear
Oh, look at that, you broke your elbow falling up all the stairs
Ask if I care
“Ooh! Look at me, I’m Tristan, I’m new school!”
Away with your ink and your feather, boy
“How are you this good? You don’t even rap”
Wouldn’t you like to know, leather boy
Oh, my, oh, me, not you, your knee
Said the N-word cuz it’s on a cursing spree
If a sign said “Only good rappers behind this door”
Rest assured, it’d be Tristan-free
Oh, what’s that, are you riches-to-rags?
Are you gonna be a h#mophobe and call me a fag
With the earrape, deepthroat the microphone
In a melee-only game of Apex tag?
Slamming on the brakes, slamming on your skull
Curb-stomp ya, b#tch, lesser rappers tryin’ to stall
Mix in a trip-a-let, kickin’ it, make it rain
Like you’re breeding with a wheat horse takin’ a fall
This stupid Indian boy be drinking too much Coca-Cola
Got James’ dad right on the mic just so he could say–
This stu-stu-stupid Indian boy be drinking too much Coca-Cola
Got James’ dad right on the mic just so he could say–
(Oppa!)
This whole damn song is roasting you
I’m coming with the AutoTune
Cuz T-R-I-S-T-A-N H-A-M-B-L-E to the R
You’re just about to meet your doom
There’s no way you’ll escape the diss
You just cannot come back from this
We’re moving lightning-fast enough so when we are all done with you
We’ll still have time to take a piss
(Wow, Lije, ending the track with potty humour? Very professional.)
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