Watsky - Pale Kid Raps Fast lyrics
[Watsky - Pale Kid Raps Fast lyrics]
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, shelltoes puffy
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 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 gay, I'll say: "You go
Gay 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 sex
From the tip of my head to my gorgeous knees
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
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, shelltoes puffy
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 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 gay, I'll say: "You go
Gay 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 sex
From the tip of my head to my gorgeous knees
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