Seven buttons on my favourite shirt
Nine holes are missing, damn, I slip on every one but the third
I lean outside it seems I'm losing my smarts
Two of the three signs that I'm falling apart
I need a masculine lotion (his hands are feeling rough)
Using utopian notions (gotta pretend to be tough)
You couldn't fault my attention to detail
It comes from working in retail
With an immaculate capacity to bluff
It's exciting when you say I'm gonna be a big city boy
Hooking on my own shit every day
It's exciting when they say that I should take life by the reigns
I don't even know what ridin' the hat feels like
I step into my own business (like applying correctives on weeks)
My only goal is to finish (where every glance is a deed)
Smile with mammalian fondness at my peers
And tell them to kick it on
With making my life be the best it can be
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What should I get?
Get the same but bigger
Test him on his back
By superlative figures
How do I know what I need, it glitters
Never go vanilla, get grief, get slicker
Ask Mr. Chilman while I'm mainloading my premium hoax
Made by men, fondly for men
Can't be a leader if he opens and sees assets, too much
Wear the big pants, be the big guy
Keep those things troubled and the other biggest brands are a curse
Minty fresh with bovine semen
If you can't carnival, you've gotta carve a part for yourself
Eat the scrap shit, held the trophy
Empty relay, explosive climax
Drink the beer, get the body
Win her, win her, blend that dinner
Feel colossal, in a bottle