Scott Radke - Gentlemen's Quarterly lyrics

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Scott Radke - Gentlemen's Quarterly lyrics

[Intro] Elegance Rare cigars and oakwood cabinets Extravagance [Verse 1] From Singapore to Jamaica California to Johannesburg The a**ortment of flavors Rocking four different layers Photo portraits of polo horses in Dapper decadence Fill the room with a subtle breeze of excellence Presume cologne hit 'em like it's Stallone Hit 'em like its Patron She want a closer whiff Guess she sensed my pheromones Must be in the blood No chucking arrows, we pharaohs Before the cotton fields and the scarecrows We wear clothes that come in droves Looking for gentlemen in quarter minks Tailor my sleeves just a quarter inch We from a different ilk Cut from a different silk Mine is spider When she ain't looking I be right behind her Cooking like Aunt Jemima In my in my designer Even in my pajamas I can moisten a vagina Won't find another rhymer Of my kind and caliber Your mind's in Gallagher Yeah mine spectacular Check my vernacular They bite like Dracula Trying to capture the essence Like a snow leopard This is Like with no effort You should know better Still rock my old sweaters like Mr. Huxtable Adjusting clothes with my custom brogues Just to juxtapose Cuff your ho's [Hook 1] Live my life like my first impression Might be my only That's what they told me So live your life like your first impression Might be your only, your only Live my life like my first impression Might be my only That's what they told me So live your life like your first impression Might be your only, your only [Verse 2] Fresh out the stash box Elusive like the legendary Sasquatch Black watch Ascot with the matching plaid socks Since the sandbox Hover the asphalt Like it's Back To The Future Not your average producer you used to You used to boys with them Jordan's they cop You gotta coordinate pops He's just another crayon short of the box I'm top-shelf, Purple Label These wool felt trousers here Were tailored above the ankles I'm headed to Turks and Caicos Lay low, listening to Frank though Frank O? Nah Frank Sinatra On my way to the opera A real queen beside me Don't put no faith in a thot bruh They just waiting to knock ya For that paper you got bruh I seen it all through these imported lenses Dressed for success like it's important business Really just a court attendance This type of look attracts a corporate interest Contracts, handshakes, lets pop a cork to this one [Hook 2] My first impression let me tell you 'bout it Baby you look good and baby I feel amazing Why don't you come on over Have drink about it I feel a buzz you got me hooked like d** I don't know what else to say Don't need to think about it Baby you look good and baby I feel amazing Why don't you come to my place Let's have drink about it I feel a buzz you got me hooked like d** I don't know what else to say Don't need think about it Hey