Watsky, Intuition, Dumbfoundead - A New Kind of Sexy lyrics
[Watsky, Intuition, Dumbfoundead - A New Kind of Sexy lyrics]
I got a new kind sexy
I'm working on a recipe for rich
And exotic combinations of some
Fresh kinds of sexy a new kind of sexy
My face is like the California government
In terms of how it tends to
Budget what it's covered in
Hair follicles are public school doors
Every day I open up a new pore
And close two more but, it's improper now to
Comment on what's risen
Because pimples pop up commoner than prisons
It's all blackheads - no justice now
But they get overcrowded and I bust em out
I'm like Pop! Pop! motherfucker
I'm a bad man and some day my skin'll
Crack like the Badlands like my dad's is
But, if that's all
I don't give a rat's balls
I'll wear them like they're badges
Damn a boyscout they're manscout patches
Because I'm endowed, and how! Dammit
And I know my body makes you
Want to hang out bad
The way my skin is cleaner than a Shamwow ad
And someday you'll see my
Stubble from the Hubble
On my mama on the double
I'mma look like Barney Rubble
Yo, I'm something like a
Harry and the Henderson's
Notice every time my knuckles be
Married to the pen again
Cause follicles be flying out my wide pores
Double standard cause I love my
Body hair but mind yours, girl
I'm grizzly-esque
You bet he thinks the Yetis
Wonder "Is he blessed?"
My shoulder hair sheen like a solar flare
I'm a polar bear seeking out a bowl of Nair
Was he fuzzy from his
Childhood or early days?
Every time I cook I guzzle
Up a dozen curly strays (yucky)
My tweezers stay plucking
Your girly gets to floss her
Teeth every time she's, well
Kissing on my lower regions
The reason that I keep hair's cause
It's good for colder seasons
But in the summer time I'm the asshole
Sun bathing at the beach, belly like an afro
I got a plan laid for my next bland date
Tell the boring breezy wait
I forgot to manscape
But for now i got a new kind sexy
I'm working on a theory of a new
And experimental blend of different
Rare kinds of sexy a new kind of sexy
I got a couple regrettable tattoos
But, you can't see them when
I wear a black suit
Got drunk off of Jagers out
In Vegas last June
And them water parks kids yell
"Look at that douche"
You know saying 'if looks could kill'?
Well my style is harmless, I shop at GoodWill
End of hipster, swap me hood feel
Four strip Adidas but that shit look real
Call me a fashionista, skinny dude
Give me food, cash or VISA
A freeloader who reeks of weed odor
Trying to get the freaks
To scream like Ricola
One chick for me and one chick for Watsky
He love them older women that
Be screaming out "Yatzy!"
Topsy turfy, I'm not so pervy
Compared to Intuition, well like them girlies
We like them brown, Puerto Rican, or Haitian
A new kind of sexy is sweeping the nation
I'm impatient but
Yesterday I bought a pullup bar
I made plans to go jog down the boulevard
I changed my culinary choices
From full of starch to full of shit
It's a total farce
I haven't run a lap in years
But, I'll crack a beer
And run the poker table
Like a fucking racketeer boom shakalack-fuck
Let's have a potluck
I got a hot buck burning a hole in my pocket
So let's hit the tac-truck jock's suck
Just throw everything we got in the wok
And let's grub till it looks
Like we're knocked up
JT brought sexy back, but it's a cheap one
So I brought that sexy back for a refund
A new sexy's begun
I'm working on a recipe for rich
And exotic combinations of some
Fresh kinds of sexy a new kind of sexy
My face is like the California government
In terms of how it tends to
Budget what it's covered in
Hair follicles are public school doors
Every day I open up a new pore
And close two more but, it's improper now to
Comment on what's risen
Because pimples pop up commoner than prisons
It's all blackheads - no justice now
But they get overcrowded and I bust em out
I'm like Pop! Pop! motherfucker
I'm a bad man and some day my skin'll
Crack like the Badlands like my dad's is
But, if that's all
I don't give a rat's balls
I'll wear them like they're badges
Damn a boyscout they're manscout patches
Because I'm endowed, and how! Dammit
And I know my body makes you
Want to hang out bad
The way my skin is cleaner than a Shamwow ad
And someday you'll see my
Stubble from the Hubble
On my mama on the double
I'mma look like Barney Rubble
Yo, I'm something like a
Harry and the Henderson's
Notice every time my knuckles be
Married to the pen again
Cause follicles be flying out my wide pores
Double standard cause I love my
Body hair but mind yours, girl
I'm grizzly-esque
You bet he thinks the Yetis
Wonder "Is he blessed?"
My shoulder hair sheen like a solar flare
I'm a polar bear seeking out a bowl of Nair
Was he fuzzy from his
Childhood or early days?
Every time I cook I guzzle
Up a dozen curly strays (yucky)
My tweezers stay plucking
Your girly gets to floss her
Teeth every time she's, well
Kissing on my lower regions
The reason that I keep hair's cause
It's good for colder seasons
But in the summer time I'm the asshole
Sun bathing at the beach, belly like an afro
I got a plan laid for my next bland date
Tell the boring breezy wait
I forgot to manscape
But for now i got a new kind sexy
I'm working on a theory of a new
And experimental blend of different
Rare kinds of sexy a new kind of sexy
I got a couple regrettable tattoos
But, you can't see them when
I wear a black suit
Got drunk off of Jagers out
In Vegas last June
And them water parks kids yell
"Look at that douche"
You know saying 'if looks could kill'?
Well my style is harmless, I shop at GoodWill
End of hipster, swap me hood feel
Four strip Adidas but that shit look real
Call me a fashionista, skinny dude
Give me food, cash or VISA
A freeloader who reeks of weed odor
Trying to get the freaks
To scream like Ricola
One chick for me and one chick for Watsky
He love them older women that
Be screaming out "Yatzy!"
Topsy turfy, I'm not so pervy
Compared to Intuition, well like them girlies
We like them brown, Puerto Rican, or Haitian
A new kind of sexy is sweeping the nation
I'm impatient but
Yesterday I bought a pullup bar
I made plans to go jog down the boulevard
I changed my culinary choices
From full of starch to full of shit
It's a total farce
I haven't run a lap in years
But, I'll crack a beer
And run the poker table
Like a fucking racketeer boom shakalack-fuck
Let's have a potluck
I got a hot buck burning a hole in my pocket
So let's hit the tac-truck jock's suck
Just throw everything we got in the wok
And let's grub till it looks
Like we're knocked up
JT brought sexy back, but it's a cheap one
So I brought that sexy back for a refund
A new sexy's begun