Plastic Little

Sounds Like: The song you were accidentally conceived to. Minus the outdated condom your dad kept in his wallet for 6 months because, lets face it, your pop is a loser. A no ass getting wimp. But you're cool though. I like your $200 jeans. They give you a magic ass worth writing poems about in a lofty language thought long dead. What? Huh? Say that again? You're a dude and i'm grossing you out? Well, too bad Tupac, it's not my fault you look like Legolas. Chill with the hair extensions Mr. L.A. Tits