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bobby joe - classy lyrics

[hook]
yah- huh i’m too cl-ssy
i don’t pose for pics they too flashy
i don’t roll wit chicks that’s too s-ssy
and i don’t owe u this so don’t ask me
[x2]

[verse 1]
a lotta people think that i’m actually rude
but it’s not true, i’m a cl-ssy dude
i got a morning routine that i have to do
made a second cup of tea i could p-ss to you
try lapsang sounchong, it’s so smokey
have a cup of this and u’ll be feeling okey dokey
ain’t it nice to taste exotic teas?
hold up- why you staring at my knees?
yes i wear short shorts when i’m being athletic
if you don’t f-ck with my aesthetic then your tastes are pathetic
i got statued gargoyles and socks that’s argyle
i’m never outta suit like you jokers in the card pile
i walk with purpose, never shuffling
but i feel i could fly when my feathers get to ruffling
i got a slow temper, an affinity for november
cuz i love thanksgiving catchin’ up with famly members
round a fire dying down all that’s left are the embers
there’s a whole bunch a poems i’m forever gon remember
and my memory ain’t the only way i’m similar to an elephant
i too like to smell things, cuz smell is super relevant
what do you smell like? i smell like old spice denali
i refuse to use like like a girl from the valley
plus i only date dames with cl-ssy names… like dana, yvonne, clarita, or sally

[hook]

i been getting my degree like i’m checkin the weather
you been callin it cold but i’m calling it better
cause i love the way my collar hangs over my sweater
i like fancy cheese ‘n dress sharp as cheddar
i like socrates and hbo shows
i quote vonnegut and say so it goes
i’m no amateur i write prose with pros and
life’s too short for sports so i groan at bros
yo! turn that sh-t off i don’t listen to ads
that conserve your consumption of cultural fads
and control your conception of what you should have
and convince you to coach from the couch like ya dads
aw! it ain’t cl-ssy!
and those potato chips’ve got u real g-ssy
they got u callin women b-tches like l-ssy
you recyclcin what they say is so trashy
but not me!

[hook]

[verse 3]
i don’t wanna breed animosity
but i got a cl-ssy curiosity
bout a group called the goops that are not like me
cuz their cl-sslessness is an atrocity
they sleep in late, and get marked tardy
they don’t b their own b when they come to the party
when i host an event i gotta ask em to leave
cause they spent the whole time straight laughing at me
the goops they lick their fingers
the goops they lick their knives
they spill their broth on tablecloths and lead disgusting lives
the goops’ll talk while eating
you can hear it chew
and that’s why i’m glad i’m not a goop
are you?

- bobby joe lyrics

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