[Intro]
Let me introduce ya
To a little man named Bakersby, he don’t care
‘Bout the little things that he don’t see
He’s got a telescope for a head
‘Cause he’s too focused on what’s ahead
Always got his chin up
And his mind all made up
Once he gets himself out of bed
And starts his day

[Verse 1]
Takes a stroll down to his favorite spot
On Valimiento Hill
Takes off all his chains and grillz
Nah, I’m just playing
He’s a humble guy
He don’t flex his ice
But he’s cold as OOF
And his hips don’t lie
Though he ain’t Shakira
He still got that pride
Tilts his lens straight up
Stares right at the sky
And says
“Bro, my head is a telescope--how am I talking right now?
I don’t have a mouth, I’m not even sure if I got a voice box, let alone a voice
But he does
But he does
He’s got a voice
Somehow