Man of My Time

I cut my hair, I cuff my jeans
My piss stays clear, my vibe stays clean
The bodega man always gives me a fist bump
I guess that he knows that I'm
I'm a man of my time, I'm a man of my time

People say that I'm a bit too much to handle
I'm a poor shot, I'm an all-star
Dapper Dan, Remi's boys in command
You can reach me at my place of business
People say I'm a man with a purpose
I've got seasonal depression, I've got regular depression
I feel the textures to make sure they're true
Agent Cooper Daddy-kun, AI stepping over Ty Lue

Jetski motherfucker I'll pace at your funeral
Fuck it, I'll die too and I'll pace at my funeral
I've got the jug to keep me cool, I keep the fear from my mind
I'm accepting this strange fate and why?
Cuz I'm a man of my time
I'm a man of my time

People say my life's a trip man
I'm the vibed god and we're going through the portal
Even the cool kids ain't grooving past 3am
And none of us dig the taste of leather
People say I'm kind of a whore
I've got naivete, I like it that way
I'll let you bite my earring in a crowded room
My coughs productive cuz I'm cuz I'm cuz I'm