LETRA
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Look, concoction of hamentashens, launching a bottle rocketDone being nice, I'm here for your life and all the profitsI'm not your conscience, you nuts? Almonds and Häagen-DazsAuction off your grandfather's watch from the HolocaustI'm iconic, naked walking in the garden and bird watchingAlarming all of these cardinals like I need a popePuffing that white smoke, get faded and play the maestroI'm ice cold, bunny slippers, nice robe (Probably velvet)Sneaky bitch stole my Rolly last night, yoI might know some dyke hoes who can fight thoughWalking on a tight rope, underneath a microscopeBut close up, we all just molecules and isotopesMy psychic don't know the future?To live life, you kids might just close your computer (Go get some excercise)The street lights might blind you, thoughMake a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscopeThere's a bird in the skyLook at him fly, why?Why, why, why, why, why?Why, why, why, why, why?Let the money pile, I'll be running wildLife's a mothafuckin' joke so we fuck aroundFeel like I do this in my sleepLiterally, I do this in my sleepA little Tv money, dollars for sense of humorScholar but my attendance like Bueller, so no use for a tutorSome cold brews in the coolerComing through in the wood grain Pt Cruiser, stuntingI'm pissed off like a blind person looking for a restroomProbably be dead soon inhaling cigarette fumesSorry for that blind people comment, that was just rudeAnd I was raised better, say God bless youI'm Kenny Powers, you're more of a Debbie DownerMy bitch taking off her trousers every time I get around herI'm nasty, I never shower, go sleep on a bed of flowersNot into this conversation, I've been in my head for hoursI'm out
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