Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posy
Ash on my jeans
My boy’s wicked smart, my boy’s wicked
How ‘bout them apples with a razor in ‘em?
Pay attention
Nine broken tackles on my way to break a Chase record
Nine records later turn around and see familiar faces
Mistaken silence for naivety, the tale is ancient, wavelengthy
Wave back and lose my number, huge bummer
Switch places? No thanks
I’m too happy to be here, I got some earrings
Table for one, I’m on a mission
How deceiving is that?
Teeth in the back keep me tracked while the fronts hide
Keep your waterfall release, this is a fucking mudslide
I could hang forever like stalactite
I could change the weather like the suit guy

My boy’s wicked smart, my boy’s wicked
My boy’s wicked smart, my boy’s wicked
My boy’s wicked smart, my boy’s wicked
My boy’s wicked smart, my boy’s wicked