Letras
Yeah, they call him Big Everything, he calls himself that
This one's for him, bless his heart
He struts like a duck in tight jeans, thinks every side eye means he's a machine
Winks at the bar staff, misses the chair, trips on the waist, still flicks his hair
Calls his trousers the VIP section, says his zip got crowd control protection
Claims his third leg needs its own shoe size, but that ruler in his drawer got traumatized
Ouch
Ouch
He's a legend in his own lunchbox, thinks he's smugglin' bowling rocks
Says the ladies all lose their minds, they just lose their appetite
He's a legend in his own lunchbox, got a pencil in a shoebox
Swears they achin' for a peek, they just ask, you done, you geek
He says, girl, I'm a grower, not a shower
She says, yeah, but like a four-leaf clover
Hard to find, gone real quick
You gotta squint just to see the trick
Brags he needs two towels after the gym
Locker room quiet when he walks in
Not cause they're impressed by the snake, he claims
They just can't stand his PowerPoint games
He got charts, diagrams, wild projections
Market share of my affection
Shows a graph of his massive stock
Label says tiny cap, limited shock
He's a legend in his own lunchbox, thinks he's packin' cinder blocks
Says the neighbors hear the roars, they just hear cartoon horns
He's a legend in his own lunchbox, got a breadstick in a gift box
Thinks his nickname shakes the town
It's actually Michael Way Brown
He got pet names, each one worse
King Excalibur, Magic Curse, Thunder Noodle, Mega Wand
It's barely a skipping stone at the pond
He says, I put the X in double XL
She texts her group chat, low end
He flexes it like a trophy case
She screenshots sends it with a crying face
He's a legend in his own lunchbox, thinks he's breakin' bedroom locks
Says they line up round the block
They just line up for TikTok
He's a legend in his own lunchbox