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letra de pale kid raps fast - watsky

[verse]
o, hai! 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 lowride huffy
sitting on the pegs, sh-lltoes puffy
cuff rolled up to my calf
cl-ss out the -ss, bad with the swag like buffy
gotta be the one to bite the bullet
i’m a sinner, but i bet i could’ve been a better man
i wanna be zen, but i go sippin’ on some medicine
instead of meditating, but i get it 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 be open to the good and the god in me
but i got a lobotomy
and i get that i oughta 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 g-y, i’ll say: “you go, g-y baby
work that crib! work that bib! burp that kid!
screw police! flip that car!”
i don’t want a jesus piece
but i want a reese’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 s-x
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?
meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

- watsky

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