8.Black Shoes
Lyricist:Adam Blake, Kenneth Harris, Michael Trent Robinson, Jacob
Sinclair
Black shoes, tie and overcoat
Head full of lines and don't you know
I can see you coming from a mile
He's looking for another taste
But I'm gunna put him in his place
With charming grace
Elegance and style
So think about it first
Before you make it worse
'Cause it's about to get a whole lot harder
And if it all works out
There won't be a doubt at all
You're heading for the boiling water
He's got his mother on his side
Up to his neck in selfish pride
It's causing him
A lot more than he knows
He's looking for another fight
I hope he knows we
That we just might take him for
Everything he owns
So, so think about it first
Before you make it worse
'Cause it's about to get a whole lot harder
And if it all works out
There won't be a doubt
At all we're heading for the boiling water
La, la, la, la
So think about it first
Before you make it worse
'Cause it's about to get a whole lot harder
And if it all works out
There won't be a doubt
At all we're heading for the boiling water
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