

(yeah) Look at this dude walking down the block Thinking he did something
with that outfit
(nah, hold up)
Bleached blond crown looking straight like hay
Blue eyes vacant, head floating away
Rocking neon kicks with a velvet vest
Looking like a clown that got halfway dressed
Zero thoughts bouncing round behind that stare
Nothing in the skull,
just a lot of gelled hair
Check your reflection, Zayne,
pack it up
Every time you speak everybody says shut up Who let Zayne pick
the fit today? (who did that?) Blond hair fried,
nothing smart to say (nothing!) Blue eyes wide,
brain totally blank
Walking out the crib looking like a prank
Who let Zayne pick the fit today?
(ha ha ha)
Two left shoes and the laces untied
Thinking that he dripping with an ounce of pride
Can't solve simple math,
can't match socks
Brain running slower than a pile of rocks
Blond hair parted right down the center line
Looking like a reject from ninety-nine
Blue eyes staring off in another place
Need a stylist just to fix your face
Who let Zayne pick the fit today?
(who did that?) Blond hair fried,
nothing smart to say (nothing!) Blue eyes wide,
brain totally blank
Walking out the crib looking like a prank
Who let Zayne pick the fit today?
(man, stop it)
Seriously man,
look in a mirror
Does it make things any clearer? (nah)
Blond tips, blank mind
Worst dressed brother that you'll ever find
Who let Zayne pick the fit today?
(who did that?) Blond hair fried,
nothing smart to say (nothing!) Blue eyes wide,
brain totally blank
Walking out the crib looking like a prank
Who let Zayne pick the fit today?
(you're
done, Zayne) (hahaha) Take that shirt back to the thrift store,
kid.
Leave the bleach alone.