Rozz Dyliams
Wut 2 Wear
[Intro: Lord Diamonds]
You see it is what it is
You feel me
This song is true to my heart

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
High life like Isadora wing
I got laureate rings
And velveting everything
Step gotta brand new spring
Put me on the front of your magazine
My wardrobe is like it’s from under the dimension you can’t even think
Alexander on the cuff link
Vera washing her face in a diamond sink
And I’m swinging hard like I hit the links
Diamond encrusted everything on me
I’m the freaky king
My mistress thing is key in the n*** as she hand feeds me pecan free
Chin up boy if you wanna speak with me
My walk-in closet is a fashion house try to compete with me
The scenery, Topiary greenery
Still never wear any chaps but I’m still dressing so English-ly
These are so damn brand new they won’t be out soon
I dress to the sound of television on Marquee Moon
I’m so damn hocatour on the Boca shore
If I’m rocking fresh shit you got old manure
[Verse 2: Lord Diamonds]
We wear Burberry Boy Shorts
With Alexander cuff links
My mink colored Boy George
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Fine linens are bustling
Hustling your granddaughter
Poke a dong
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Drug smuggled from Germany
Oyster Bin Laden
While hustling your Grandfather
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Carved in copying sand dollars
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Consuming young puffins
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Parked in Osaka
Where we sprayed the Monica spray
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Periodical stables
With the tables for horses
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Channeling like Morpheus
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Smoking on an [?]
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