Warm Couture - Ivan Ave

What’s up Don?

You cold today

Layer up, layer up

My coat got

Goatskin lining for how she roll her eyes at me

Baby seal half for the ice-cold irony

My wolves in sheep fleeces ride with me

Caught up in the how almost forgot about the why for a minute

Mutual I in this

The answer blowing in your sinuses

My whole family stone cold like Sly and them

Whatchu know about my boy John Rice?

You can find him in the club with some Long John tights, he cold

We built the pyramids with cinderblocks

Bring a scarf it get windy at the top yup

these bars that I jotted down wearing nothing but socks

Had to bring 'em back 'cause they hot, it’s cold out

Motherly-love gloves for how they portray muslims

Sasquatch parka for how they divide and conquer

Pair of llama boots for how they talking on the news

I kiss the air, now my lips blue, I wear

Warm couture with Don my man

Warm couture with Don my man

Wind blowing, been blowing

My thoughts all in the air like

Layer up, layer up

Once again I count lines in the ceiling

She asleep, the ultimate silent treatment

My ego last seen alive and breathing 'bout a week ago

This room too cold, even with the heaters on (even)

Soul child on the speakers

Think about them previous cats, how she was treated

Heavy bags full of reasons to live that hermit life

Left behind past teachers at first sight, bet

Ain’t no life left under that seat

Sitting pretty in the ominous breeze

Space-Odyssey-opening-scene-type vibe came and went

Now it’s a long distance thing in the same bed, hm

Used to follow my dick like the North Star

The long haul I probably ain’t built for at all

It’s almost dawn, I should get up and put on

Warm couture with Don my man

Warm couture with Don my man

Wind blowing, been blowing

My thoughts all in the air like

Layer up, layer up