DRAFT PICKS

[Chorus]
I'm always the last pick in all your draft picks
Skin is made of nylon, my bones are made of plastic
You say it's so tragic, to me it's just so average
Forgot how to manage, it's cool, I can't imagine

[Verse]
Tell me something, means something to you
I can't see you standing, when you talk I see through you
She say get the [?], just blow it out
But she know I can’t [?]
I don't know them boys, no, I don't fuck with them
You're my boy, you know I love you so don't blow it up
So don't blow it up, so don't blow it up
So don't blow it up, so don't blow it up

[Chorus]
I'm always the last pick in all your draft picks
Skin is made of nylon, my bones are made of plastic
You say it's so tragic, to me it's just so average
Forgot how to manage, it's cool, I can't imagine