[Spoken Word] This is another meditation for the boujee bash bash bebe bez of the Beiswanger jazz Beat be a [Verse 1] Hey baby I like that cardigan sweater Did that cross on your neck Cost more than my shower [Chorus] Hey lady You're sixty five years old and your hair Is so beautifully red It's like strawberries Oh wait what is that I see you crack in your makeup Ah they make yoga pants Now so tight They even have butt forming pants Oh what a sight They don't like to smoke cigarettes And neither do I But they're appalled by my my marijuana And they'll look me straight in the eye Because their drinking and their judgments And their makeup and their cars Their overly priced houses And their max Healthcare makes them feel like They're a part Of something higher Maybe even slightly Above rich Oh we're doing okay Oh we have a double teacher income Look at us Oh those oh wait [Verse 2] You're just making it worse For the rest of us [Outro] You know I don't mind the tight pants From one point of view But also an attitude Can change everything No matter what the visual Aesthetic Someday the archetypes of our reality Are going to crash And we're all gonna be looking at kaleidoscope Images of fragments And machine Have a nice night
