Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Look, concoction of hamentashens (Okay) Launchin' a bottle rocket (Okay) Done bein' nice, I'm here for your life and all the profits (Whoa) I'm not your conscience, you nuts, almonds and Häagen-Dazs Auction off your grandfather's watch from the Holocaust (Okay) I'm iconic, naked walk in the garden, birdwatchin' Alarmin' all of these cardinals like I need a pope (Pope) Puffin' that white smoke (Smoke) Get faded and play the maestro I'm ice cold, bunny slippers, nice robe (Probably velvet) Sneaky bitch stole my Rollie last night, yo (Night, yo) I might know some dyke hoes who can fight, though (Yeah!) Walkin' on a tight rope underneath a microscope But close-up we all just molecules and isotopes (That's very deep) My psychic don't know the future To live life, you kids might just close your computer (Get some exercise) The street lights might blind you though (Blind you though) Make a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscope [Chorus] There's a bird in the sky Look at him fly Why? (Why? Why? Why? Why?) (Why? Why? Why? Why?) (Why? Why? Why? Why?) (Why? Why? Why? Why?) Uh, let the money pile, I'll be runnin' wild Life's a motherfuckin' joke, so we fuck around Feel like I do this in my sleep (Do this in my sleep) Literally, I do this in my sleep [Verse 2] (It's an impression of Bueller) Yeah, yeah A little TV money (Okay), dollars for sense of humor (Yeah) Scholar, but my attendance like Bueller, so no use for a tutor Some cold brews in the cooler (Have one) Comin' through in wood-grain PT Cruiser, stuntin' (Stuntin') I'm pissed off like a blind person lookin' for a restroom (Restroom) Probably be dead soon, inhalin' cigarette fumes (*Coughs*) Sorry for that blind people comment, that was just rude (Yeah) And I was raised better, say, "God bless you" (God bless you), haha I'm Kenny Powers, you more of a Debbie Downer My bitch takin' off her trousers every time I get around her I'm nasty, I never shower, go sleep on a bed of flowers Not into this conversation, I've been in my head for hours, I'm out [Chorus] There's a bird in the sky Look at him fly Why? (Why? Why? Why? Why?) (Why? Why? Why? Why?) (Why? Why? Why? Why?) (Why? Why? Why? Why?) Uh, let the money pile, I'll be runnin' wild Life's a motherfuckin' joke, so we fuck around Feel like I do this in my sleep (Do this in my sleep) Literally, I do this in my sleep