Fur In My Cap - Rob Roy

Just a big boy

With a big bike

And a big bitch

With a big tight

Got my lips poked

Cause I sip life

Tell me when to go, got to get this right

Well I finna know cause it look just like

Limping and inching as if

As an infant

I’m distant, yet instant

Simultaneously — explain this to me

Maybe that’s famous to be or

Maybe that ain’t, but we’ll see

Pick something, stick something in it

With the engine running

One hundred, two hundred

Three hundred miles on an empty stomach

I’m on it, been on it

Y’all just ain’t in on it yet

Sho' nuff it’s on the fence

Of the wrong home

If it’s fixed or it fits

So hence, I’m exempt going:

Pussy in my lap

Bird in the sack

Fur in my cap

Fur, fur in my cap

Exactly, go on and dap me

Whether that be at a track meet

Or actually, right here in back of me

If y’all catching the beat, then I’m glad to be-

Lieve in a thing called happening

But naturally, that ain’t happily-

Ever-after, might last a week

In fact, it seems too fast to be

Bad to me, that could mean

One or two screws unfastening

That’s blasphemy or fascinating

Depending on how I go about debating

It stands without saying — since I was finna

Not to be biased or the slightest sentimental

But if I ain’t talking 'bout shooting things you could think

I was shootin blanks, 'til I sink in a little yelling:

Pussy in my lap

Bird in the sack

Fur in my cap

Fur, fur in my cap

I’m trying to told you

But y’all is getting older

And getting closer to never getting over —

While I keep on getting swoller

Pretty soon, I’ll leave this boulder

While boasting my boldest blues

To boost me into an orbit

Forging the course of the future

As an institution of proven truth

Or at least its ruins

Until I’m ruined

Yet that’s assuming that my seam’s undoing

And while it seems inhuman

I do intend to pursue this end

As a means of tuning in through the lens

Of the newest trends

And I got that latest, latest

Tasteless made in my homeboy basement

With an 808 bass kick to fade

The whip into shades of make-up

For the sake of making a face

With a blanket statement

In place of a major facelift

In layman’s terms

Let us learn by saying:

Pussy in my lap

Bird in the sack

Fur in my cap

Fur, fur in my cap