Zach Sherwin - No E lyrics

Young Zachary... G-Watskary... Max on that track... [V*rs* 1: Zach Sh*rwin] Think through your ABCs So you'll start off at A and wind up at Z Now which of that group occurs most commonly? A hint: it's A B C D blank F G Now that writing symbol. It pops up a lot, right? High profiling, always all up in a spotlight Cool kid, in crowd Not who this hot sh** is droppin' for This is for my not-so-populars [Hook] It's for my Xs, my Zs and my Qs My Ñs, my Js, and my Vs and Ks, too This is for my outcasts and misfits All my oddballs, nod your noggins to this It's going out to my Qs and my Ks and my Zs My Ñs, my Xs, my Js and my Vs Go Watsky. Okay, I'm going to Using only Y A I O and U [V*rs* 2: Watsky] So many things I can't say without you But back up, trick, this song's not about you I swing my fist until a bully catch a fat lip You'll think it's a conniption fit from sniffin' catnip As I run rings around a dingus I do cunnilingus On a gymnast till that foxy lady hits a backflip. (Wooo!) I'm sorry if I'm on that brag tip But your armada's nada and I'm chillin' on that flagship Baby, two can play at war I'm cruisin' on my unicorn and shootin' as I soar It's stupid how I'm poopin' on you nincompoops And scoopin' up my loot and scootin' out that door So if a ba*tard calls you gross and got you glum You host a holy ghost - not hollow as a drum All in all our flaws show what it's all about So f ho-hum go dumb and just roar till your throat's numb [V*rs* 3: Zach Sh*rwin] So, um, I was that chubby kid at camp who would swim With his shirt on, so no light could tan his skin Wishing his waistband was trim, and thanks to my pituitary gland I'm now a man and slim, but that pain stays with you - phantom limb Chantin' hymns for all my antonyms of big-man-on-campus gym rats And pompous girls with pompoms For non-Don Juanitas and non-Don Juans who skip prom or formal For abnormal sorts who don't play sports with jocks Non-conforming rocks So if how you do you is too unorthodox for a box Put a fist up. Box your way out. Hit it Mold's gross. Who would want to fit it? [Hook] This is going out to my Zs and my Ks my Qs My Ñs, my Xs, my Vs and Js, too Folks with asthma and physical handicaps Birthmarks, scars, and burns or dramatic family crap Going out to my Qs and my Ks and my Zs My @-signs, my Js, and my Vs And last on this list All my library-living wordplay-loving kids Zach, smack it to bits [V*rs* 4: Zach Sherwin & Watsky] Gandalf, Houdini, Jafar....oh no! What's wrong? Look! Snap(e)! Gotcha, guys, that was our plan all along Wizardry on a song with a magical trick What a hot collaboration Boom, this match is (e)lit(e) Gritty hard diamond minds causing paws to applaud Two shiny rock stars, two hip-hop g(e)od(e)s! Whoa whoa, slow it down, don't talk bull and brag I'm sorry, man, I'm just chock full of s(e)wag(e) Lyrics, twisting, turning, curling Similar to a tail on a pig or a pug From a pair of (e)mc(ee)s with a lot in common Our skin and our sk**s B(e)ig(e)...hug(e).... Awwww! Don't allow rigid limitations To stop you from rising to difficult occasions Wow, so motivational! Oh, without a doubt And now it's "P(e)ac(e) man" And I'm out. Ghost