[Hook]

Yah- huh I'm too classy

I don't pose for pics they too flashy

I don't roll wit chicks that's too sassy

And I don't owe u this so don't ask me

[x2]

[Verse 1]

A lotta people think that I'm actually rude

But it's not true, I'm a classy dude

I got a morning routine that I have to do

Made a second cup of tea I could pass to you

Try lapsang sounchong, it's so smokey

Have a cup of this and u'll be feeling okey dokey

Ain't it nice to taste exotic teas?

Hold up- why you staring at my knees?

Yes I wear short shorts When I'm being athletic

If You don't fuck with my aesthetic then your tastes are pathetic

I got statued gargoyles and socks that's argyle

I'm never outta suit like you jokers in the card pile

I walk with purpose, never shuffling

But I feel I could fly when my feathers get to ruffling

I got a slow temper, an affinity for November

Cuz I love thanksgiving catchin' up with famly members

Round a fire dying down all that's left are the embers

There's a whole bunch a poems I'm forever gon remember

And my memory ain't the only way I'm similar to an elephant

I too like to smell things, cuz smell is super relevant

What do you smell like? I smell like Old Spice Denali

I refuse to use like like a girl from the valley

Plus I only date dames with classy names... Like Dana, Yvonne, clarita, Or Sally

[Hook]

I been getting my degree like I'm checkin the weather

You been callin it cold but I'm calling it better

Cause I love the way my collar hangs over my sweater

I like fancy cheese 'n dress sharp as cheddar

I like Socrates and HBO shows

I quote Vonnegut and say so it goes

I'm no amateur I write prose with pros and

Life's too short for sports so I groan at bros

Yo! Turn that shit off I don't listen to ads

That conserve your consumption of cultural fads

And control your conception of what you should have

And convince you to coach from the couch like ya dads

Aw! It ain't classy!

And those potato chips've got u real gassy

They got u callin women bitches like Lassy

You recyclcin what they say is so trashy

But not me!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I don't wanna breed animosity

But I got a classy curiosity

Bout a group called the goops that are not like me

Cuz their classlessness is an atrocity

They sleep in late, and get marked tardy

They don't b their own b when they come to the party

When I host an event I gotta ask em to leave

Cause they spent the whole time straight laughing at me

The goops they lick their fingers

The goops they lick their knives

They spill their broth on tablecloths and lead disgusting lives

The goops'll talk while eating

You can hear it chew

And that's why I'm glad I'm not a goop

Are you?