If I’m a plain dealer
Why is my hood up
It ain’t ‘cause I’m ugly like Keillor
I protect myself like a pre-nup.
They can book your face with one look
They put you flat on your belly like a crook
While the cars I would steal like a tornado
They say I say tom-ah-to; I never even said tomato.
But that’s me not lookin’ at the macro
While they see the nexus
As my new white Lexus.
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