Take a listen to this story, Mr. Y in all his glory
He's walking door to door, more than God's work in store
No Jehovah but take witness, that he's tryna sell some business
God's gift to the bedroom fitness, only take him seven minutes
Positioned up like yoga, nickname in the sheets "hungover"
Cuz his head makes you ache, that sex like supernova
Mr. Y is chargin' fair, he does it quick with care
On that Richard Branson swag, cuz he's fucking virgin heirs
How else is he gon' pay 4 years UCLA?
Well-endowed, Mickey D's, we gon' have it your way
Fast & Furious, Paul Walker, using the force, young Skywalker
Cuz it's Westwood to Point Loma, giving D to get diploma

Can I offer some advice?
Take a listen to this guy
It's the wrong and it's the right
It's the legend of Mr. Y

Still living on the streets, using trash cans for beats
This legend plays for keeps, and does the deed for eats
Took sight of a wild flier, found something to desire
Spring Sing set the room on fire, and then reworked the choir
He killed it, little Bruin, left the crowd all up in ruins
Cuz the epic Crosswalk anthem in 2 weeks went platinum
Mr. Y now runs the school, like Luke's hand, he keeps it cool
No more sex to pay the bills, just Girl #5 and Shrinkage thrills

Oh it's difficult to describe
But I'll give it the college try
It's the daytime, it's the night
It's the legend of Mr. Y

Now his story made history, Finding Nemo, he got Dory
And he's all about the flag, now he fucking just for glory
Now what's the lesson learned, nothing's given, only earned
No rock is left unturned, one day success will be confirmed

It's the punishment of the crime
In this world of wicked lies
It's the darkness, it's the light
It's the legend of Mr. Y

Oh before we say goodnight
Won't you try this on for size?
Take a seat and roll the dice
It's the legend of Mr. Y

It's the wrong and it's the right
It's the daytime, it's the night
Take a seat and roll the dice
It's the legend of Mr. Y