Weirdo
Before you make that face
Let me bring you in
You know articulate?
Hopefully I gave you that feeling
Like you’re missing the joke
It’s called the elephant in the room
Picture this as my view on zoom
Two feet high my only worries
Mommy I only want fries
Boy you goin’ eat these nuggets too,
Nobody playin’ with you
I met Tommy before Ralph
Tommy most times is loud,
Not really my type crowd
Ralph is a mouse
First time he showed up,
It was a damn horse in my house
Those were good ol days
Excuse me for being cliché
Scooting hanger after hanger
Coming to rescue my dawgs from retail danger
Why are they looking so weird?
Why would you ever say I’m dressed as a hobo?
I’m so confused
Are you even paying attention?
I literally gave you insights on my mojo
Before I go homeless,
I’d cash in on all this Hilfiger and Polo
Until then shall I be one proud weirdo.
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