ROBBIE P - Funky Enby Gumby (Acapella)

I shape shift my dress styles
No Frank Walker
Tyrannosaurus, I rep tiles
Throw ceramic, I projectiles
Photograph what think are slates
In the picture message it's a textile
I may end up getting exiled
Defile these objects
No astronomy, I sextiles
Look it up, you sure to get smiles
No Duchovny, She gave me Skully
That's an X-file
Let's upload it 96 percent likes
It's looking like a rated X file
Before I set it off and I run wild
My mum wants me to call up, like
Excuse me miss, what time of the day does your son dial?
Dating apps got me worked out, I flex thumbs
If we don't match I catch the next one
Cook them tea and make their legs numb
Kiss them bye like I was Rex Hunt
Blockers help me get my pecs shrunk
Estrogen gone give me breast lumps
I transition maybe next month, what? okay
Hmm, Gumby, she touching them toes
Ah
Gumby Gumby Gumby Funky
I got her a Porches, aha
I Work it out without the sweaty arms
I don't mess around I get it done
I guess I'm just having too much fun
I ain't even getting married once
I'm rapper and a shred guitars
I get uzi's with your credit cards
I get validation every month
Thank you, thank you, thank you very much
Walked in saw my bike got stolen
And I know exactly who had stole it
And how they bright Idea's unfolded
Meth heads have these lightbulb moments
You want weed?
No I won't toke it
I was in rehab right through covid
Celibate resentful groaning
This music shit is extra lonely
I'm like sleeper cells
I still got plots to blow up on them
I'm holding boundaries, listen homie
I give no fucks, I sell them only
This middle figure got that accurate price
So fuck you all as I capitalize
My sense of other lacks at times
Especially when I stack my dimes
My plans don't work, they smacked me twice
So hit me up for whack advice
Hustling hard is a fact of life
In the warehouse tryna get my racks in line
In the DMs, tryna mac this wife
I'm Tom Cruise how I slid in nice
Don't act surprised, rock star glide
Shoes don't last, I thrash my slides
Hmm, Gumby, she touching them toes
Ah
Gumby Gumby Gumby Funky
I got her a Porches, aha
I'm so fuckin' rich I don't own shit
I justify and I rationalize
Gender is a social construct
Boy or girl clothing? neither, material lies
Teaches tried to fix my posture
I got resentful, it made me mad
I found other ways to take a stance
My handwriting now got the craziest slant
Why you think I'm gump
In the jungle, yeah you can't avoid me
Put in park like I'm a fucking ranger
All a sudden now I run the forest
Wonder if I'm masculine as Thor is
I got bullied, you might know the story
I was born in May they called me pussy
I'm confused am I a clit or Taurus
How I flip this money call it taekwon-dough
I don't throw it away I'm chucking Norris
How you like it when I give you oral?
Dude, I'm talkin' bout your auditory
With you I guess I can just be honest
In the club you think I'm good at dancing
My range of movements, they so extensive
Actually really I'm just cramping on ya's
Judge this diner over lousy service
Waiter round cause they be caught on orders
I cannot wait to be on stage performing
Heads be coming out now that's a tortoise
Transphobes gonna have to pause me
I'm like optional's, I'm extra saucy
And a few feminists get on my nerves
Let's go golfing, we gone hit the terf
I got power like I'm Mr. Burns
This ain't fat storage, I said this a curve
It's hard to make friends when I'm wearing skirts
Cause sleazy people want pictures first
And I know what it's like to be treated different
When it all depends on what a dick prefers
And don't judge me if I do bootleg
It ain't about no illicit shirts

Written by:
Robbie P

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