Tornup - The Chosen Skin

I only wanted money so that I could be fresh
Pockets ain't stockin' profits if you walk in a mess
Yes
Provocative, blessed
Probably stop the world the way I rock how I dress - best
And I ain't even flossin'
It's just, with how you're gawkin', it would seem I have a lot to invest...
Style
Hit the profile on 'em, watch 'em go wild in the West
We wildin' for the zest while in an isle of denial
Fall in single-file miles for the buyers of our flesh
And products made in distress
Duress in Bangladesh
I want my own design clothing line but I can't find a mesh
That stretch-fits that elephant
Yet it's relevant, 'cuz new and old slave labor's paid for
When the makers ain't sellin' it

Written by:
Torry Finley

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