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Scuffed Vans, Crisp White Fours lyrics
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Intro
Yeah. Check the score. Two different zip codes, same living room floor.
Verse 1
He got the scuffed-up Vans, I got the crisp white Fours. We used to trade lunch boxes right by the cafeteria doors. Mama made the fried chicken, his mom packed the PB&J. Different tax brackets, but we split the tab the exact same way. Smell of pine trees and hot asphalt hitting the tires. Talking about the future while ignoring the streetlights' wires.
Pre-chorus
They stare when we walk in the diner at 2 AM. Trying to figure the math out, like I shouldn't be laughing with him. Let 'em look.
Chorus
Scuffed Vans, Clean Fours, stepping on the same pavement. Don't need a DNA test to know what the phrase meant. Blood couldn't make us closer, skip the conversation! Riding out the tank till the gas light blinks. Different tap water, but it's the exact same drinks.
Verse 2
He don't season his fries right, I tell him every time. He passes me the aux cord, knows I'm skipping the pop chimes. Put on the Chief Keef, then he switch it to Blink-182. Windows rolled down screaming lyrics out the Subaru. We got pulled over last summer out by the county line. He did all the talking, made sure we were totally fine. That's the unspoken privilege, but he uses it as a shield. Real loyalty isn't bought, it's what the concrete revealed.
Chorus
Scuffed Vans, Clean Fours, stepping on the same pavement. Don't need a DNA test to know what the phrase meant. Blood couldn't make us closer, skip the conversation! Riding out the tank till the gas light blinks. Different tap water, but it's the exact same drinks.
Verse 3
The news channel wants us to pick a side of the fence. Selling division for dollars, it barely makes any sense. I've seen his granddad's photos, he's seen my uncle's block. Two different Americas running on the same clock. Cold linoleum floors in the basement, playing 2K. Arguing over the sliders until the sky turns gray.
Bridge
They want us boxed in the demographic. Stuck in the cultural traffic. But a handshake at ten years old... That's a contract you can't fold.
Chorus
Scuffed Vans, Clean Fours, stepping on the same pavement. Don't need a DNA test to know what the phrase meant. Blood couldn't make us closer, skip the conversation! Riding out the tank till the gas light blinks. Different tap water, but it's the exact same drinks.
Outro
Same pavement. Same drinks. Game over. We run it back.
Inside the recording
Yeah. Check the score. Two different zip codes, same living room floor.
They stare when we walk in the diner at 2 AM. Trying to figure the math out, like I shouldn't be laughing with him.
Same pavement. Same drinks. Game over. We run it back.
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