Born cute and litu
Got more milk than viju
Life is priti simpu
Yeah my mummy shouldn’t catch you
Don’t care about birthdays
Don’t care what the news says
My hands are not for work nay
I just get me more stares
Got a toothless smile brighter than star flares.
I don’t need to walk mehn, these legs are for fancy.
My parents are awesome, you can see that through me.
And if you’re asking yourself what I am,
Think of me as a crying man.
Oh yes what I do is a full time job.
My armpits see more hands than Arab mobs.
Keep your wages I got royalty.
My employers are called parents, I’m paid to ‘be’