[Verse]

I've been sleeping on my neck wrong

Plans to be big like a 12 gauge shotgun

And use it to protect mom

I've got a bad dad which rhymes with Baghdad

Which also happens to fit along

With dropping bombs in this song

My ankles crack when I walk

I squeeze my feet in the 8.5 authentic Vans, true though

I'm the girliest young man who makes music in a boy band

That you can hardly stand and my balls are small, Pluto

My socks pulled up high, my ankles freezing as always

I'm that kid you laughed at in the hallways

Always remained and maintained my changing fucking image

No matter how homo I look, I still get looks from all the women

Richard Simmons, I'm a jew too without the gayness

Same breed or type that you don't like, I say it shameless

I fucking hate racists, I hope they all choke

On some soul food, a matzah ball and a wonton

Let 'em rot in their grave with a suit made of Sean John

Ha, ha, ha, laugh at myself more than ever now

Emotions aren't up but at the same time they are never down

Call myself King James but I was never crowned

If come fast then I might ask you for another round

Realistic as the air we breathe

Here, I'll walk away and give your [?]

People in this city always like to stare at me

Yes, there's zinc inside my arms, I'm aware but please

Enlighten me how I'll get old and saggy and regret it

Whatever that you say is pushed away and I forget it

Eighty [?] I lean on as I'm typing this

Decided last night that I will fight until I die for this