[Verse]
I've been sleeping on my neck wrong
Plans to be big like a 12 gauge shotgun
And use it to protect mom
I've got a bad dad which rhymes with Baghdad
Which also happens to fit along
With dropping bombs in this song
My ankles crack when I walk
I squeeze my feet in the 8.5 authentic Vans, true though
I'm the girliest young man who makes music in a boy band
That you can hardly stand and my balls are small, Pluto
My socks pulled up high, my ankles freezing as always
I'm that kid you laughed at in the hallways
Always remained and maintained my changing fucking image
No matter how homo I look, I still get looks from all the women
Richard Simmons, I'm a jew too without the gayness
Same breed or type that you don't like, I say it shameless
I fucking hate racists, I hope they all choke
On some soul food, a matzah ball and a wonton
Let 'em rot in their grave with a suit made of Sean John
Ha, ha, ha, laugh at myself more than ever now
Emotions aren't up but at the same time they are never down
Call myself King James but I was never crowned
If come fast then I might ask you for another round
Realistic as the air we breathe
Here, I'll walk away and give your [?]
People in this city always like to stare at me
Yes, there's zinc inside my arms, I'm aware but please
Enlighten me how I'll get old and saggy and regret it
Whatever that you say is pushed away and I forget it
Eighty [?] I lean on as I'm typing this
Decided last night that I will fight until I die for this
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