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  • Текст песни George Watsky - Pale Kid Raps Fast Lyrics

    Исполнитель: George Watsky
    Название песни: Pale Kid Raps Fast Lyrics
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    Тут расположен текст песни (слова песни) George Watsky - Pale Kid Raps Fast Lyrics, перевод и видео (клип).
    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 coulda been a better man
    I wanna be Zen, but I go sipping 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 to 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 on 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?

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