Letras
There is a woke boy down the street Every time we meet
He has got something new to say Sometimes he's a she
And sometimes she's a he But it's extra hard
When he's a them or they He's got three personalities
Three personalities Three personalities
Some say he has four Some say he has more
You never know for sure Which one you'll see
When I go down the street I don't know who I'll meet
From a distance I'm always looking for a clue
Sometimes it's not hard When there's Baccy in his gob
We'll sit down on the bench and share a chew
We met the other day He had the runway sway
His mini skirt was riding up his ass His heels were digging in
He had lipstick on his chin And the perfume was a dead giveaway
He's got three personalities Three personalities
Three personalities Some say he has four
Some say he has more You never know for sure
Which one you'll see But when he's them or they
And walks a different way I really truly don't know what to do
Do I quickly run away Or do I stop and say
I hope you all are doing well today
And when they say goodnight And everything is right
And in each other's arms they want to stay He will cuddle she and she will cuddle he
They whisper to each other hold me tight
He's got three personalities
Three personalities Three personalities
Some say he has four Some say he has more
You never know for sure Which one you'll see
In bed he'll want to play And she'll push his hand away
He really truly doesn't want to fight He'll simply turn away
And with himself he'll have to play
But he always turns to her and says goodnight
He came in the other day Was in an awful way
He fought with himself and he had lost The female side of him
Had struck him on the chin He forgot to tell himself that she's the boss
He thinks there is a spy Hanging out nearby
She seems to know everything he'll do Like just the other day
When he tried to hide away When he got there she was hiding too
He's got three personalities Three personalities