O hai 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 low ride 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 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 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 labotomy and i get that I oughtta 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 po-lice flip that car i don’t want a Jesus piece but i want a Reece’s Piece and a Kit Kat Bar I want everybody focusing on getting me to Letterman to kick it for the betterment of innocent Americans who never want to settle for their pop Or not– 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