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I'm tucked in at parties
Or should i say white tie events
These straps around my shoulders
Keep my pants in suspense
My shirts tucked in
Well my shirt was tucked in to my umbilical cord
as i popped out, melodies and the magical chords
into a quarter inch chord through my epiphone strap
micro korg, harmonies and an 808 clap
used to rap when I was younger in the back of the ford
wearing clothes i can afford, looking good as tom ford
fakin the makin or pickin' the chicken so take in the tuckin' in style
look in the mirror every once and a while
My shirt's tucked in