Rudy Tabootie

Don't ask why 20 kilos in my pocket Service animal, my dogs with me in the market Lately everybody on my head like a bonnet Skin made of rubber, I dress up, Polly Pocket Tell my pain take care, pack my bag and head North Keep my mouth shut so I don't damage our rapport We walk into your party and we turn it to a pharm The equivalent of a hundred caps touch the floor (Hm) I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write I can turn every word to real life I just poured two zips on the flight I hope I can make all my wrongs right I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh) I can turn every word to real life (Huh) I just poured two zips on the flight I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh) I'm exempt from the patdown I got nauseous off the pills so I sat down At a formal party dressed like a class clown My set starts and I walk out like it's Smackdown Let down by those that I love I was left out by those that I trust Eight GATs, I can't tell when enough's enough 5AM, staring up at the crux (Huh) Nod to the point where I get queasy if I look down I'm the white boy that gets invited to the cookout (Hm) 24 ounce, I'm pouring out all my self doubt I just made my bed, REM sleep at the checkout (Honk shoo) I can turn every word to real life I just poured two zips on the flight I hope I can make all my wrongs right I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh) I can turn every word to real life (Huh) I just poured two zips on the flight I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh)