[Kyle the Fantasy]
It's Kyle
What up, WOOF
This beat isn't my favorite (Nope)
But nothing is
I'm a undercover thug
Doing undiscovered d**
This one called feelings
I wonder what it does
Glug, Glug
Though I bought a couple hundred jugs
Tripping balls
On my cucumber-colored rug
I run a tub of suds
Jump in, rub-a-dub
I need to be cleansed
'Cause y'all a bunch of f**ing scrubs
Drunk in a Russian sub
Brunch in a London pub
Bumping "Chubawumba"
Covering "Jungle Love"
I get brought up in comical situations
I got Nautica goggles for with the snakeskin
My whole life is exotic vacations
Bacon frittatas and autoerotic asphyxiation
Damon Wayans
David Blaine
Nathan Lane
Jayden James
Kramer, Elaine
Frasier Crane
Things change
Ving Rhames's maiden name
James Spader
Matt Damon
Reindeer games
[WOOF]
This one called feelings
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[Kyle the Fantasy]
Yeah
You know I'm front row with the bris
I go shopping and throw a fit
'Cause I don't know what to get
I'm so totally over it, yo
Spilling yogurt and chips
All over my toga that don't even fit (sh**)
Look
I don't care much (No)
I don't share stuff (No)
I'm a museum of feelings
You shouldn't dare touch (Don't)
I'm drinking bear's blood
Watching me some "Air Bud"
Cover my eyes
For the parts that I'm scared of (Nice)
Oh, pardon me, fascist
I didn't know it was a crime
To love archery practice
Mashed potatoes and gravy
Castlevania with Game Genie
Come and spend the loneliness Saturday
In the rain with me
Don't ever call me
I got nothing to say to you
I'm playing Clue by myself
'Cause I'm afraid to lose
Salty tears add flavor
To my tomato soup
I know you hate my life (Guess what?)
I hate it, too
It's Kyle
[WOOF]
This one called feelings
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