Buck 65 I Look Good
I look good, always, but especially today Professionally fresh on display like hey Take a picture, its not a dream I'm flat out gorgeous Maybe its because I eat a lot of oranges I don't know I can't help it, I'm not even tryin Really, I'm hot you think I'm lyin? Look at my ass and pants, give it more than a passing glance Stare at it a while Compare it to a peach, each cheek if you can bear it Breath me in deeply, I'm like an airy breeze Whipserin, blowin through the branches of the cherry trees I'ma treat em, a nice little surprise for your eyes Look too long though and it could be your demise It ain't a disguise, I'm flyer than an eagle Sky's the limit besides the fact that I'm barely legal Its too easy, I'm sorry I can't help askin it And bad news I'm gettin better lookin with every passin minute I'm pretty, pretty, but I take it all in stride Thing is I'm even more beautiful on the inside I'm nice, I'm so nice, with the winning smile I'm stylish In fashion, make a wish with my eye lashes I'm magical, actually casual traditional Mystical, in top physical condition Well oiled machine, perfectly peachy keen Its freaky really equally squeaky clean frequently I look good and you look, but not as good as me I'm so dope
