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Note, these lyrics are to the album version, not the video version of the song. The video seems to splice in his song "King Warrior Magician Lover" instead of the end of this song.Just a big boyWith a big bikeAnd a big bitchWith the big tikeGot my lips poked'Coz I sip lifeTell me when to go; gotta get this rightWhen I'm feelin' old 'cos it look just likeLimpin' demention as ifAs an infantI'm distant, yet instantSimultaneously, explain this to meMaybe it's famous to be orMaybe that ain't what we'll seePick somethin', stick somethin' in itWith the engine runnin'One hundred, two hundred,Three hundred miles on an empty stomachI'm on it, been on it,Y'all just ain't in on itLetras de cancionesYet shown that bits on the fenceOf the wrong homeThe fits fixed a rit fits,So hints, I'm exempt goin'Pussy in my lapBird in the sackFur in my capFur, fur in my capExactly gone in dat meWhether that be at a track meetOr actually right here in back of meIf y'all catchin' the beat, then I'm glad to beLeaving a thing called happeningBut naturally there ain't happily-Ever-after might last a weekIn fact it seems too fast to be,Bad to me, that could meanOne or two screws unfasteningThat's blasphemy or fascinating,Depending on how I go about debatingAnd stands with out sayin', since I was finna,Not to be biased or the slightest in the middleBut if I ain't talkin bout' shootin things you can thinkI was shootin blanks so I sank in the little yellin'Pussy in my lapBird in the sackFur in my capFur, fur in my capI'm tryin' to told youBut y'all is getting olderAnd getting closer to never getting overWhile I keep on getting swoh-lerPretty soon I'll leave this boulderBy boasting my boldest bluesTo boost me into an orbit,Origin: the course of the futureAs an institution of proven truthOr at least its ruinsUntil I ruin you,That's assuming that my seam's undoin'And while it seems unhumanI do intend to pursue this endAs a means of tuning and through the lensOf the newest trendsAnd I got that latest, latestTasteless made in my homeboy basementWith an 808 bass kick to fadeThe whip and the shades of makeupFor the sake of making a faceWith a blanket statement in placeOf a major facelift. In layman's termsLet's just learn by sayingPussy in my lapBird in the sackFur in my capFur, fur in my cap From Letras Mania