Watsky - Pale kid raps fast (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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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 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 could've been a better man
I wanna be Zen, but I go sipping on some medicine instead of meditating but I it 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 lobotomy 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
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

[Outro]
Who is that boy?
How does he rap so good?
I don't know how that pale boy raps so good
How does he do that?
Do that?

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