The tallest of trees swaying like seaweed. Aluminum and paper clips Refrigerator parts and microchips. Rudimentary robot boy A heart of rubber bands and broken toys. Just
stupid girls Same old destinations We're all falling down Like broken plastic wind-up toys Desperate girls and stupid boys Drink Drawing just because Are you even thirsty? Sink Into another conversation You
the seams 'cause nothing matters when you're indestructible you better fail or else it's bound to fuck with you I know you might think that you're infallible
you Just what I'm thinking That it feels like you, feels like I, feels like we do And it feels like feels like I, feels like we do And everyone's
from no elves, just tha dogg pound And we passin' out gifts, blazin' up spliffs Christmas on the row, can you dig it? {can you dig it} Chorus Verse
You scared hoe, you scared hoe You scared hoe, kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys You scared hoe, you scared hoe You scared
and straight out weight it I lock my area down - you can ask these boys They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys Never catch me (??) without them plastic toys
Frankie Dominguez works down at the plastics factory, Puttin' together little toys for ungrateful shits. He overhears some talk about a new girl on the
came with a few toys like a happy meal This game you could never win Cause they love you then they hate you then they love you again Get away from me
you find, it ain't no Santa, Christmas still mean a lot 'Cause it's the time to get together and give all you got You got food, good moods, and what's
scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on
You pretty boys in magazines You look like plastic toys Superstars of rock You just pretend a blasphemy that never seems to end Ugly bastard, You think You
and you know it You used to be dope, but now you're a dead poet You're washed up, you don't want none of this, chief You're fat pork, I'm a hundred percent
straight out weight it I lock my area down - you can ask these boys They know Wheezy got more white than the Backstreet Boys Never catch me (??) without them plastic toys