быстрый рэп Watsky
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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.
Rolled by on a low ride Huffy
sitting on the pegs
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,
tellin' 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,
bit 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 the 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,
flip that car,
I don't want a Jesus piece,
but i want 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 they 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,