Текст песни Rudy Tabootie - Joeyy

Don't ask why 20 kilos in my pocket
Service animal, my dogs with me in the market
Lately everybody on my head like a bonnet
Skin made of rubber, I dress up, Polly Pocket
Tell my pain take care, pack my bag and head North
Keep my mouth shut so I don't damage our rapport
We walk into your party and we turn it to a pharm
The equivalent of a hundred caps touch the floor (Hm)

I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write
I can turn every word to real life
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right
I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh)
I can turn every word to real life (Huh)
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh)

I'm exempt from the patdown
I got nauseous off the pills so I sat down
At a formal party dressed like a class clown
My set starts and I walk out like it's Smackdown
Let down by those that I love
I was left out by those that I trust
Eight GATs, I can't tell when enough's enough
5AM, staring up at the crux (Huh)
Nod to the point where I get queasy if I look down
I'm the white boy that gets invited to the cookout (Hm)
24 ounce, I'm pouring out all my self doubt
I just made my bed, REM sleep at the checkout (Honk shoo)

I can turn every word to real life
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right
I'm Rudy Tabootie when I write (Huh)
I can turn every word to real life (Huh)
I just poured two zips on the flight
I hope I can make all my wrongs right (Huh)