[Intro: Lil Dicky]
Yuh
Just saying yuh sounds like you're jocking Drake
So annoying
Illa, illa, illa, illa, ill
Yuh, yuh
[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]
I used to go out to the Y, Friday nights
On the outskirts of Philly
I'm dropping dimes to this night
In the outskirts you feel me?
And I done been saving my good sh** up
Old b**hes now, yeah they would get up
Winklevoss twins, yeah I could get f**ed
Chinese food, yeah I could get duck (uh)
[Bridge: Brain]
Brain give a f** 'bout an old b**h
Brain give a f** 'bout dat hoe
Brain got head on the snowlift
Brain cold its a fact hoe
[?] I'm ballin' (ooh)
[?] I'm ballin'
[Verse 2: Lil Dicky & Brain ]
One, two time for the sixers
If this b**h get it for the rough
Gotta put her on the bench for a lil Ben Simmons
Might could ride would like [?]
Still gotta lick gelato
Feel like I hit the lotto
Brain never bag a proper
Brain f**ed Aunt Jemimah
I don't get head on the freeway
That is forbidden like ebay
She playing with Jimmy like D Wade
She wanna stop at the B.K
We don't go out, she a cheap date
I'm straight to the a** like a cheesecake
We run this sh** back like a replay
Mutual orgasm, we came
[Chorus: Brain]
Wait, could I be Jesus?
Wait, could I be Jesus?
Hey, could I be Jesus? (no way, no way, no way)
Hey, could I be Jesus?
Wait, could I be Jesus?
Holy like Jesus
I'm like the cross
[Verse 3: Lil Dicky & Brain]
Oh, my word
Oh, my god
I was overweight today but now I'm a model
I don't eat the p**y for free
Touchy, I get p**y, I be f**ing these streets
Ichiar deli my P got a nut out the purple like jelly
I'm buzzin', buzzin' like a left behind celly
My DM x-rated like critics, the belly
I got the coldest cuts around like a deli (ah)
Used to be in love with Aliyah
Used to be in love with Daria
sh** on these rappers like diarrhea
Brain with the dope like a mob boss
Chapo Chapo Chapo Brain
Stay with the peace like Gandhi
Blocka blocka, know what I'm sayin'? (yah)
Brain like Mike, like Shad Moss
Brain like, might like shamone
Brain might f** your b**h
When he done, might ask your ex for a ride home
Rollin' up the bud, rollin' up the club, rollin' up the work
Pourin' up the Bud, blowin' up the drug
Leavin' out the back, damn this work
Haven't thrown a punch in about five years
Last time I did I broke my wrist
On my friend Glen's bu*t
Damn, that s**ed
Had to jerk off with the left hand
(but you learned your lesson!)
Ain't nobody in my category
I'm a vet, I'm with it like it's Scattergories
I was over-doubted, now I'm overcrowded
But I'm extroverted, don't you ever doubt it
Gotta lot of money, but I never count it
Competition fun, but they ain't never 'bout it
I was searching for it but I never found it
Like an Oreo up in a power outage
(let's go!)
[Chorus: Brain]
Wait, could I be Jesus?
Wait, could I be Jesus?
Hey, could I be Jesus? (no way, no way, no way)
Hey, could I be Jesus?
Wait, could I be Jesus?
Holy like Jesus
I'm like the cross
[Outro: Brain]
Oh, man
Hope I'm not Jesus
But I also wanna get s**ed
Brain