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Almonds and Häagen-Dazs\nAuction off your grandfather's watch from the Holocaust (okay)\nI'm iconic, naked walking in the garden and bird watching\nAlarming all of these cardinals like I need a pope (pope)\nPuffing that white smoke (smoke), get faded and play the maestro\nI'm ice-cold, bunny slippers, nice robe (probably velvet)\n\nSneaky bitch stole my Rolly last night, yo (night, yo)\nI might know some dyke hoes who can fight though (yeah)\nWalking on a tight rope, underneath a microscope\nBut close up, we all just molecules and isotopes (that's very deep)\nMy psychic don't know the future?\nTo live life, you kids might just close your computer (get some exercise)\nThe streetlights might blind you, though (blind you, though)\nMake a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscope\n\nThere's a bird in the sky\nLook at him fly, why?\nWhy? Why? Why? Why? Why?\nWhy? Why? Why? Why? Why? 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Why? Why? Why? Why?\n[01:13.94] Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? 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Why? Why? Why? Why?\n start_ms: 147190\n end_ms: 151310\n- text: Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Ugh\n start_ms: 151310\n end_ms: 154150\n- text: Let the money pile, I'll be runnin' wild\n start_ms: 154150\n end_ms: 157320\n- text: Life's a motherfuckin' joke so we fuck around\n start_ms: 157320\n end_ms: 161020\n- text: Feel like I do this in my sleep (do this in my sleep)\n start_ms: 161020\n end_ms: 163660\n- text: Literally, I do this in my sleep\n start_ms: 163660\n end_ms: 166360\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 166360\nplain: |-\n Yah\n Yo, yo\n Look\n\n Concoction of hamentashens (okay), launching a bottle rocket (okay)\n Done being nice, I'm here for your life and all the profits (whoa)\n I'm not your conscience, you nuts? Almonds and Häagen-Dazs\n Auction off your grandfather's watch from the Holocaust (okay)\n I'm iconic, naked walking in the garden and bird watching\n Alarming all of these cardinals like I need a pope (pope)\n Puffing that white smoke (smoke), get faded and play the maestro\n I'm ice-cold, bunny slippers, nice robe (probably velvet)\n\n Sneaky bitch stole my Rolly last night, yo (night, yo)\n I might know some dyke hoes who can fight though (yeah)\n Walking on a tight rope, underneath a microscope\n But close up, we all just molecules and isotopes (that's very deep)\n My psychic don't know the future?\n To live life, you kids might just close your computer (get some exercise)\n The streetlights might blind you, though (blind you, though)\n Make a collage and look at it through a kaleidoscope\n\n There's a bird in the sky\n Look at him fly, why?\n Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?\n Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Ugh\n\n Let the money pile, I'll be running wild\n Life's a motherfuckin' joke so we fuck around\n Feel like I do this in my sleep (do this in my sleep)\n Literally, I do this in my sleep\n\n It's an impression of Bueller\n Yeah, yeah\n\n A little TV money (okay), dollars for sense of humor (yeah)\n Scholar but my attendance like Bueller, so no use for a tutor\n Some cold brews in the cooler (have one), comin' through\n In the wood grain PT cruiser, stuntin' (stuntin')\n I'm pissed off like a blind person looking for a restroom (restroom)\n Probably be dead soon inhaling cigarette fumes\n\n Sorry for that blind people comment, that was just rude (yeah)\n And I was raised better, say, \"God bless you\" (God bless you), haha\n I'm Kenny Powers, you more of a Debbie Downer\n My bitch taking off her trousers every time I get around her\n I'm nasty, I never shower, go sleep on a bed of flowers\n Not into this conversation, I've been in my head for hours, I'm out\n\n There's a bird in the sky\n Look at him fly, why?\n Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?\n Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Ugh\n\n Let the money pile, I'll be runnin' wild\n Life's a motherfuckin' joke so we fuck around\n Feel like I do this in my sleep (do this in my sleep)\n Literally, I do this in my sleep\n"}]