My dad used to call me the absent minded professor
Til i was 17 i responded with
I got a brain inside my head sir
He would never answer
Which was cool with me
Until I turned 18
And I was off of speed
Yo thats when it hit me
I was very absent minded
My thoughts jumbled all the time
And if u asked me to describe a past time
Id forget and tell u remind me
I cant remember that time
And so after eight years of him calling me the absent minded professor
I finally perfected my comback answer
In the form of a question i said
Yea my thoughts are jumbled
But can i ask u a question
After admitting my head is cluttered
Wouldnt u admit tho
Aint I one smart mother***er?
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