Bobby joe - Cla**y lyrics

[Hook] Yah- huh I'm too cla**y I don't pose for pics they too flashy I don't roll wit chicks that's too sa**y 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 cla**y dude I got a morning routine that I have to do Made a second cup of tea I could pa** 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 f** 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 cla**y 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 sh** 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 cla**y! And those potato chips've got u real ga**y They got u callin women b**hes like La**y You recyclcin what they say is so trashy But not me! [Hook] [Verse 3] I don't wanna breed animosity But I got a cla**y curiosity Bout a group called the goops that are not like me Cuz their cla**lessness 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?