I'm tucked in at parties Or should i say white tie events These straps around my shoulders Keep my pants in suspense My shirts tucked in Well my shirt was tucked in to my umbilical cord As i popped out, melodies and the magical chords Into a quarter inch chord through my epiphone strap Micro korg, harmonies and an 808 clap Used to rap when I was younger in the back of the ford Wearing clothes i can afford, looking good as tom ford Fakin the makin or pickin' the chicken so take in the tuckin' in style Look in the mirror every once and a while My shirt's tucked in