DOSTOYEVSKY

I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day I'm cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way They call me God, all the bitches just play I'm lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky all the way Smile on my face, why the sky so grey? I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray? Sorry, what? I didn't hear what you say Oh lord, I think I got a problem Woke up in a Harem, if I get it, then I got 'em Yah, dick in her ass, smoother ahh, чё? Ah, ah, ah, yeah Dick in her ass, her pussy smells like seaweed Run with the Aquaman, I could eat a kiwi Moët on my peepee, and you still don't believe me I'm so rare, you will never see me On my tongue, girl, la-la-la Peelin' my banana-na From a world of stamina Sounds like [?], na-na-na Kiss girls, 'cause I can talk fast (A. G. Cook, live in list twenty [?]) Gopnik on the streets, Dostoyevsky on the sheets Kanye East with my words — best friend with your clit, yeah Pussy tastes like corkscrew, bitches call me Scissorhands Not good for fingering, but they might cut hella bands Got a way with words, I'm good with my mouth I be livin' in the streets because that song burned my house It's getting hot in here, if we measure by the temperature Got the fifth gear in smoking, with agents and managers I play hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey, hockey all day I'm cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a Skinny boy, fat animals get out of my way They call me God, all the bitches just play I'm cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky, cocky like a Smile on my face, why the sky so grey? I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, where the ashtray? Sorry (A. G.), but I didn't hear what you say.