Intuition - A New Kind of Sexy lyrics

[Hook: Watsky] I got a new kind s**y I'm working on a recipe for rich And exotic combinations of some fresh kinds of s**y A new kind of s**y [Verse 1: Watsky] My face is like the California government In terms of how it tends to budget what it's covered in Hair follicles are public school doors Every day I open up a new pore And close two more But it's improper now to comment on what's risen Because pimples pop up commoner than prisons It's all blackheads-- no justice now But they get overcrowded and I bust em out I'm like Pop! Pop! motherf**er, I'm a bad man And some day my skin'll crack like the Badlands Like my dad's is But if that's all, I don't give a rat's balls I'll wear them like they're badges Damn a boyscout They're manscout patches Because I'm endowed, and how! Dammit And I know my body makes you want to hang out bad The way my skin is cleaner than a Shamwow ad And someday you'll see my stubble from the Hubble On my mama on the double I'mma look like Barney Rubble [Verse 2: Intuition] Yo, I'm something like a Harry and the Henderson's Notice every time my knuckles be married to the pen again Cause follicles be flying out my wide pores Double standard cause I love my body hair but mind yours, girl I'm grizzly-esque, you bet he thinks the Yetis wonder "Is he blessed?" My shoulder hair sheen like a solar flare I'm a polar bear seeking out a bowl of Nair Was he fuzzy from his childhood or early days? Every time I cook I guzzle up a dozen curly strays (yucky) My tweezers stay plucking You're girly gets floss her teeth every time she's, well Kissing on my lower regions The reason that I keep her is that it's good for colder seasons But in the summer time I'm the a**hole Sun bathing at the beach, belly like an afro I got a plan laid for my next bland date Tell the boring breezy wait I forgot to manscape [Hook 2: Watsky] But for now I got a new kind s**y I'm working on a theory of a new And experimental blend of different rare kinds of s**y A new kind of s**y [Verse 3: Dumbfounded] I got a couple regrettable tattoos But you can't see them when I wear a black suit Got drunk off of Jagers out in Vegas last June And them water parks kids yell "Look at that douche" You know saying 'if looks could k**'? Well my style is harmless, I shop at GoodWill End of hipster, swap me hood feel Four strip Adidas but that sh** look real Call me a fashionista, skinny dude Give me food, cash or VISA A freeloader who reeks of weed odor Trying to get the freaks to scream like Ricola One chick for me and one chick for Watsky He love them older women that be screaming out "Yatzy!" Topsy-turfy, I'm not so pervy Compared to Intuition, well like them girlies We like them brown, Puerto Rican, or Haitian A new kind of s**y is sweeping the nation [Verse 4: Watsky] I'm impatient but Yesterday I bought a pullup bar I made plans to go jog down the boulevard I changed my culinary choices from full of starch To full of sh** It's a total farce I haven't run a lap in years But I'll crack a beer And run the poker table like a f**ing racketeer Boom shakalack-f** Let's have a potluck I got a hot buck burning a hole in my pocket So let's hit the tac-truck Jock's s** Just throw everything we got in the wok And let's grub till it looks like we're knocked up [Hook] JT brought s**y back, but it's a cheap one So I brought that s**y back for a refund A new s**y's begun