Designer Jeans Songtext
von Van Hunt

We need more room to breathe
Inside of our designer jeans
Would love to go rushing the banks
With an oxygen tank

But there′s no movement on our own
Without a movement to push us along
Black presidents and immigrants
And green movements and hybrid engines

Oh, baby I know we feel more comfortable
In our status symbols
And the places we hold on the totem pole
Our political views, our tattoos and our hair-doos


Don't need no strategy
To get us out in our designer jeans
Message me on the bathroom wall
Original network social

People with nothing on their minds
Need only press a button to share online
Religion, atheism
Mass production and consumption of opinions

Baby, I know we feel more comfortable
In our status symbols
And the places we hold on the totem pole
Our political views, our tattoos and our heirlooms

Why can′t we be who we are
Without selling it on a billboard
Sexuality, racial ID – we wear them like designer jeans

And when we lose the middle class
And we all move up from the back
Black is the new – the new white trash
The proof is written on our ass, baby