DFA – White Jeans lyrics

Long time no see - had some pretty hard weeks
But I'm back to roll up my sleeves - bitch for real
Right this tank top got none - so not literally
Whatever I'm gonna drop my shit you better believe

Tap on notes and make a hit to sing
Live on stage - free food and drinks
My throat is sore and my ears they ring
City to city bitch it's an underground thing

Junk in the backseat crumbling erb
Losing their shit when I hit the curb
So I roll slow on our way through the whole wide world
Phone in my hand and I write another verse

Cracked brain rotating in the tape deck
Gain up windows down sitting laid back
Urban german culture statement
GEMA calls but I ain't gonna pay that


Sick fuck when im on the stage
I rock white jeans and wide tees and a bullet belt
Bump that shit and loose control
Bump that shit and loose control sick fuck when im on the stage
I rock white jeans and wide tees and a bullet belt
Bump that shit and loose control
Bump that shit and loose control


Living on the road - day and night outta sync
Down with boys n girls covered in ink
Doing shows, visiting clubs without a single drink
Not giving a shit, got more fun than the rest in this whip

Got new kicks and I got new fits
Bitch your pussy juice ain't slicker than this
When I fade put some tonic in the drip
Quinine is the drug of my choice when I'm sick

Nobody knows what I spy with my little eye
Feels just like Korn back in 1999
The music is mighty fine but the sound is lofi
Twists my face like a shot of concentrated lemon lime

And when you thought the thrill was gone
Mood changes when my tune comes on
Every low is followed by a high
Ride that motha like we die tonight


Sick fuck when im on the stage
I rock white jeans and wide tees and a bullet belt
Bump that shit and loose control
Bump that shit and loose control sick fuck when im on the stage
I rock white jeans and wide tees and a bullet belt
Bump that shit and loose control
Bump that shit and loose control

[Blue Velvet](lets roll)
Independent like the 4th of July
Turn the bass up make it shake the pines

Bail on your life, quit your nine to five
Just turn the bass up make it shake the pines