George WatskyPale Kid Raps Fast

Oh, hi I'm that guy Built so fly in a silk bow tie Don't know why I'm built so fly But I am, no lie Oh my Rolled by on a lowride Huffy Sitting on the pegs, shelltoes puffy Cuff rolled up to my calf Class out the ass Bad with the swag like Buffy Gotta be the one to bite the bullet I'm a sinner but I bet I coulda been a better man I wanna be Zen, but I go sipping on some medicine Instead of meditating, but I get it when I can I don't wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt Liquor, bitter cause I never got a call Telling me that it's all figured out I'm sick of doubt, but I'm looking at the wall Part of me was hoping to be caught up in the moment And to be open to the good and the God in me But I got a lobotomy And I get that I oughta become a bit of an oddity When somebody gets offended by the thought of me "Who's he? "... You gotta be kidding me! Do me like Gabourey Sidibe If you see me with a chickadee No diggity, it'll be giggity giggity giggity Gonna send it like a letter from above With a woman that I love, cause I get it like I live But if my baby's gay, I'll say: "You go, gay baby, work that crib! Work that bib! Burp that kid! Screw police, flip that car! " I don't want a Jesus piece But I want a Reese's Piece and a Kit Kat Bar I want everybody focusing on getting me on Letterman To kick it for the betterment of innocent Americans Who never want to settle for their pop... Or not... cause my bedroom rocks And the beat still knocks when I sort my socks I'm five-foot-eleven of sex From the tip of my head to my gorgeous... knees
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