Shoes - Jester Jacobs

Video directed by Wolfgang Fuckface. Lightwork. A quick 2 verses over someone elses track. Follow me @jesterjacobs Download this and other tracks here: Heard your track and it’s pure bland My raps get you off, more than a man alone with broadband On this for years yet no songs have begun to stick No novice son, Mark Morrison, stun a prick Not a gangter or hipster the shit’s kind of new Type of dude to ride the tube buy a pint of brew Return home, to a zone of pizza boxes empty beer cans That’s when I get the fear man, moving with no clear plan Fakes can’t compete they like my son on a beat Watch cash deplete, wearing a ton on my feet Gets deep, have to whip up the odd scheme Don’t want to fall off like Todd Green Seen, shower streets with songs hope one lands Not fussed, can count those I trust on one hand In a blunt land, home to frowns and rain Most rap