Pocoloco - Remix
(The song)
Her definition of a best thing
is a small man with a big thing
an extension of a blessing;
grace seeped in gaunt glory.
Not some psycho etched in malady
faces like porridge - sanity's laundry.
Gucci brain, intellect is the big thing,
hell children, what were you thinking?
she won't give me this, she won't give me that
she made me an egg, and she is the bat
she would hit me straight, and sometimes backhand
well, I don't care, I'm cool in her hands.
(The song)
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